Ava and I lay tangled in the sheets, our conversation flowing effortlessly between us. I always loved these quiet moments, the way our words danced in the dim light, unhurried and intimate. I turned my head to steal a glance at her, and for a second, I forgot how to breathe. She looked stunning—radiant, even. Maybe it was the way the soft glow of the room kissed her skin, or maybe she was just impossibly hotter than usual.
We decided to take a shower, the bathroom quickly filling with thick, swirling steam. The heat wrapped around us, fogging up the mirror and beading along the tiles. I always preferred cold showers—refreshing, invigorating—but Ava didn’t know that. I never told her because I loved these moments with her, the way the warmth softened everything between us. She hated cold showers, and I’d rather endure the heat than miss the chance to be close to her like this.
I was looking at her body. Starting at her thin shoulders making my way down to her curvy waist and hips, then her ass. Her gorgeous ass. It fit my hand like a glove. I loved that. She had just finished rinsing her shampoo. I knew I wanted her so bad, I needed her.
I wrapped my arms around her waist, pulling her closer as the hot water cascaded over us. Leaning in, I pressed a slow, lingering kiss just behind her ear, trailing my lips down the curve of her neck, savoring the way her breath hitched. When I reached the top of her shoulder, I bit down gently, leaving a mark—a silent claim, a reminder that she was mine. A soft moan escaped her lips, sending a shiver down my spine. I smirked against her skin, knowing exactly what that sound meant.
I gently turned her to face me, my fingertips tracing slow, lazy circles over the soft curve of her breast. The heat of the shower wasn’t the only thing making her skin flush. With a teasing squeeze—just enough to make her shudder—her moan slipped out, louder this time, filling the steamy space between us. A wicked thought crossed my mind as I watched her react. She’s sensitive tonight… This is going to be fun.
I let my fingertip glide slowly down her stomach, tracing the subtle lines of her toned abs—God, they were so damn sexy. As I moved lower, my touch featherlight, she shivered. The moment I reached her clit, she twitched slightly, a sharp intake of breath following.
“This okay?” I murmured.
She met my gaze, nodding, her eyes dark with need. No doubt about it—she wanted this.
“I can’t hear you. Use your words,” I murmured, my touch still teasing, refusing to give her what she wanted until she said it.
Her blush deepened, spreading like wildfire across her cheeks. She squirmed slightly, her lips parting as if searching for the right words. I could see the battle between shyness and desire flickering in her eyes.
“Yes…” she finally breathed, voice trembling. Then, barely above a whisper, “It’s great.”
I grinned, satisfied. That was all the permission I needed.
I pressed my thumb firmly against her clit, feeling the way her body responded instantly. She was dripping—so unbelievably wet. Curiosity and desire mingled as I lifted my thumb to my lips, licking it slowly, savoring the taste.
“This wet already?” I murmured, my voice thick with amusement and lust.
Meanwhile, my middle and ring fingers traced lazy, teasing circles around her entrance, not giving her what she wanted just yet—making her crave it even more.
I gave no warning before plunging my middle and ring fingers deep inside her. Ava gasped, her moan muffled against my neck, but I could still feel the heat of it against my skin. She was so unbelievably wet, my fingers sliding in effortlessly as I worked them fast, curling just right, making her body shudder with each thrust.
I felt it—her body tensing, that telltale quiver. She was close. So, naturally, I pulled my fingers out.
A whimper of protest slipped from her lips, but I was already guiding her down, sitting her at the edge of the shower, just out of reach of the cascading water. I knelt between her thighs, spreading them as wide as the space would allow. She looked wrecked—flushed, desperate.
I didn’t make her wait. My tongue flicked over her clit, fast and relentless, drawing moan after moan from her lips. Every sound she made sent a thrill through me, knowing I was unraveling her, pushing her closer to the edge. Finally, I gave in, sliding my tongue inside her, feeling her walls squeeze around me.
“Ava,” I moaned against her, lost in the slick heat of her. I pressed my tongue deeper, hitting just the right spot—her body jerked, a sharp cry spilling from her lips.
Then she came. Hard.
Her release coated my tongue, some of it slipping down my throat, and fuck, she tasted incredible. The raw pleasure in her voice, the way she trembled—it sent a shudder of satisfaction through me.
When I finally pulled away, she looked dazed, breathless, absolutely wrecked. I pulled her up, wrapping my arms around her waist as she draped hers around my neck. Our foreheads touched, our bodies still slick and pressed together.
“Lena,” she murmured between breaths, “that was amazing.”
I smirked. “You liked that?”
She let out a small laugh, still catching her breath. “Yeah… and so did you.”
Before I could answer, she turned me around, grabbing a washcloth and lathering it with soap. I hadn’t even realized how much I was sweating. She ran the cloth over my stomach, but her other hand had different plans—sliding lower, teasing my clit with slow, deliberate circles.
Fuck.
“Ava,” I gasped, gripping the shower wall for balance as pleasure shot through me.
“You like that?” she asked, voice dripping with confidence.
I barely managed a breathy, “I guess I’m not the only one satisfied tonight.”
She grinned. “I guess not.”
