Page 81 of Feast

“Sure, it’s sexy then,” she allowed and tipped her head back to wet her hair. “But after, it’s just…blech.”

“Post-nut clarity is a bitch,” he agreed and walked back out.

Snickering, she shampooed her hair, enjoying the way the steam built up in the small space. While the conditioner was doing its thing in her hair, she lathered up a washcloth and soaped herself up, paying extra attention to the mess between her legs. When she went to rinse off, she reached up for the shower wand…only to discover there wasn’t one.

“Who doesn’t have a shower wand?” she muttered.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she called, frowning up at the shower head as she tried to figure out how she was going to get all the soap she’d just slathered on her pussy rinsed off.

She tried cupping her hands and splashing the water up between her legs, but it was woefully inefficient. And she didn’t trust that the water running down her body was getting into all the crevices the soap had. So since she couldn’t direct the water at her pussy, she was going to have to direct her pussy at the water.

“Thank God for yoga,” she muttered as he walked back into the bathroom.

“What about yoga?” he asked.

“Nothing,” she said, her cheek nearly pressed against her knees. She was pretty sure the water was getting where she needed it, but she wanted to be sure. So she reached back, grunting a little at the effort, and pried her butt cheeks apart.

“Why do you sound weird?” he asked.

“Because you don’t have a shower wand.”

“What?” he asked, and slid open the shower door.

She peered up at him through a curtain of wet hair. “Hello.”

“What are you doing?”

“I told you, you don’t have a shower wand.”

“And?”

“And I have crevices.”

He was looking at her like horns had sprouted out of her head. “You have crevices.”

“Yes, and they have soap in them.”

“Your crevices.”

“Well, first they had your come in them, so I had to wash them, and now there’s soap, and I have to make sure to get it out. Which would be easy if you had a shower wand, but since you don’t, I’m doing this.”

“Right.” He stared at her for a moment more, then said, “Can you move forward a bit?”

“I think so.” She shuffled her feet forward until her head bumped into the wall. “Why, is the water not hitting the right place?”

“No,” he said, climbing in behind her. “I just wanted to see if I could do this.”

“Are you serious—oh, you are.” Breathless, and suddenly full of penis, Maddie let go of her butt to plant both hands on the shower wall in front of her.

“Huh. I was wrong,” he said. “Wecanboth fit in here.”

“Look at that,” Maddie said faintly. “Be careful please, I don’t want to have to explain a concussion to an ER doctor.”

“Hold on,” he ordered.

Five minutes later, her crevices needed cleaning again.

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