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The sound of them filled the kitchen. The wet slide of fingers, the sharp hitch of Vanessa’s breath, the faint creak of the counter under her shifting weight. Emma kissed her again, her other hand tangling in Vanessa’s hair to hold her there.
“Touch yourself for me,” Emma murmured against her mouth. “You know how wet it makes me.”
Vanessa didn’t hesitate, sliding her hand down to circle her clit while Emma worked her from inside, the combined pressure making her thighs tremble.
“That’s it,” Emma encouraged as she dipped her eyes and groaned. “Just like that. Give that beautiful pussy what it needs.”
Vanessa’s orgasm built fast, curling low in her stomach until it broke over her in a rush. Vanessa cried out, gripping Emma hard, her body shuddering against Emma’s as she rode it out. Emma slowed, easing Vanessa through it as she kissed her softly.
When Vanessa finally caught her breath, she laughed and exhaled a long breath. “The kettle needs boiling again now.”
Emma pressed their foreheads together, that filthy grin still present. “Oh, dear. Never mind.”
Vanessa slid her hand down the back of Emma’s shorts, squeezing playfully. “Maybe we could see how many times you can make me forget about tea altogether.”
Emma’s eyes darkened. “Challenge accepted.”
The bathroom was alreadyhumid when Vanessa stepped inside, steam curling against the mirror and clinging to her skin. She’d barely closed the door before Emma was there, her hair wet fromher own quick rinse, her eyes dark and locked on Vanessa as though she’d been holding herself back all day and had finally snapped.
“Get in,” Emma murmured, her voice thick with want as her hands found the tie on Vanessa’s robe.
Vanessa didn’t argue. The robe slipped from her shoulders, pooling at her feet as Emma’s gaze swept down her body like she hadn’t seen it a thousand times before. There was nothing slow in the way Emma pulled her under the water with her, shoving the glass door shut behind them. The spray hit them, but Emma’s mouth was on Vanessa’s within seconds, demanding and tasting of wine from dinner.
Vanessa braced one hand on the tiles and let Emma press her back against the wall, the steaming hot water running over her as Emma’s hands slid everywhere, gripping, cupping, ghosting down the curve of her hips.
“I can’t stop thinking about you,” Emma said as she pressed a thigh between Vanessa’s legs. “All day…all night…I’m constantly fucking aching for you today.”
Those words lit Vanessa up inside. “Then don’t stop.”
God, Emma’s grin was practically feral as she stepped back just enough to grab the waterproof bag from where it hung. She pulled out the harness they kept there for nights—and mornings—exactly like this. She worked fast, buckling the straps around her hips, her dripping wet hands not slowing her down.
Vanessa watched her with an intense heat pulsing between her thighs. The sight of Emma in control, water streaming down her bare stomach…it was enough to make her toes curl before they’d even started.
Emma stepped back in, one hand braced beside Vanessa’s head, the other ready to guide the silicone length between her legs. “Turn around.”
Vanessa obeyed and pressed her palms flat to the wall. She gasped when Emma’s hand slid between her legs and her fingers parted her with ease. Vanessa was already soaking wet for her wife.
“Fuck, babe…” Emma’s voice dropped painfully low. “You’re ready for me.”
Vanessa lowered her head between her shoulders, bracing herself for the climax of the night. “Then stop teasing.”
Emma didn’t need telling twice. She pushed in hard, her hips slamming against Vanessa’s arse, the thick stretch of their favourite toy making Vanessa moan loud enough to echo off the glass. Emma gripped her hips and pulled her back into each thrust, the sound of their moans, water, and slick skin filling the small space. “Oh, baby.” Vanessa clawed at the tiled wall as her breath hitched. “You fuck me so good.”
Vanessa’s breath faltered with each thrust, the panting and moaning from Emma only spurring her towards the edge. “Shit, Vanessa…y-you feel fucking amazing.” Emma drove deeper, her pace unforgiving. One hand left Vanessa’s hip and slid around her front to circle her clit.
“Baby, please.” Vanessa gasped when Emma pressed her fingers a little harder. “You know I need more.”
“Yeah?” Emma tightened her grip on Vanessa’s hip and slammed into her harder. “Mm. So tight for me.”
Vanessa cried out, her legs threatening to give way, but Emma held her up and kept her pinned where she wanted her. The water roared around them, steam wrapping them in heat, but all Vanessa could feel was the relentless rhythm of Emma’s hips and that tight coil building low in her belly. “Emma, baby…I-I?—”
“Come for me,” Emma demanded, her breath hot against Vanessa’s ear. “Right now. Do it.”
The command hit her as hard as the thrust that followed. Vanessa’s whole body tightened, her moan turning into a broken cry as she came, pulse after pulse shaking her as her walls forced the toy out.
But Emma didn’t stop. She dropped to her knees and lapped up everything Vanessa had to offer, moaning against her pussy as she slipped her tongue inside.
“E-Emma.”
