Alexis Fawx Shower Surprise ~upd~ May 2026
He knelt. The water sluiced over his broad shoulders and down his back as he pressed his mouth to the soft skin just below her navel. Alexis’s fingers threaded through his wet hair, not guiding, just holding on. The spray pounded her chest, her closed eyes, her parted lips.
“You missed me,” she said, more statement than question. alexis fawx shower surprise
“Best surprise I’ve ever come home to.” He knelt
All she wanted was water. Hot, scalding, skin-prickling water. The spray pounded her chest, her closed eyes,
The first hint that she wasn’t alone came from the scent—a familiar cologne, earthy and warm, cutting through the eucalyptus. Then, the gentle brush of fingertips against the small of her back.
His hands slid up her soap-slicked sides, thumbs tracing her ribs. Alexis finally opened her eyes, turning her head just enough to catch his reflection in the fogged mirror across the room—two silhouettes blurred by steam, merging into one.