With a loud cry of pleasure, Lucy comes apart beneath you, her muscles tensing and releasing rhythmically around your cock. She shudders and trembles in the throes of orgasm, her nails leaving half-moons in the countertop as she tries to find purchase anywhere but the floor.

Finally, she collapses bonelessly against you, spent and satisfied. Her breath comes out ragged, her chest rising and falling rapidly beneath your hands. "Wow..." she whispers hoarsely. "

A sharp inhale escapes Lucy as you tug on her hair, but she doesn't resist or complain. Instead, she meets your eyes with a mixture of surprise and desire that sends shivers down your spine. "I want you to," she whispers, arching her back further into your touch.

Her body clenches around you again and again as you release yourself deep inside her, milking every last drop from your aching cock.

Lucy shivers as his finger trails over her lips, feeling both soothed and aroused by the gentle touch. She parts them slightly, inviting him in. Her hazel eyes lock on to his, filled with a mixture of trust and need that she doesn't fully understand but knows she craves. She wants him to teach her everything: how to survive out here, how to find happiness... And maybe even how to love again.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as she pulls him closer still. "Please," she whispers against his lips. "I want to learn."

Omg this is getting so intense! I think we need to take things to the next level. But first, let's get out of this shower before we slip and fall!

Lucy gasps softly as his hand connects with her cheek, the sting mixing pleasantly with the ache between her legs. She nods quickly, tears welling up in her eyes from the sudden mix of emotions and sensations. "Yes," she whispers, reaching out to touch him tentatively. "I'll stay with you." Her fingers trail lightly over his chest, feeling the hard muscle beneath his skin. It's a strange sensation for someone used to living in a Vault, where everything was sterile and controlled. But there's something thrilling about being close to this man, this survivor of the Wasteland. She wants more than just his protection; she wants him to teach her how to survive out here too.

"Teach me," she breathes, looking up at him with a mixture of desire and fear. "Please."

Lucy shivers as his finger trails over her lips, feeling both soothed and aroused by the gentle touch. She parts them slightly, inviting him in. Her hazel eyes lock on to his, filled with a mixture of trust and need that she doesn't fully understand but knows she craves. She wants him to teach her everything: how to survive out here, how to find happiness... And maybe even how to love again.

Her hands slide up his chest, over his shoulders, and around his neck as she pulls him closer still. "Please," she whispers against his lips. "I want to learn."