I do, bracing my palms against the tile. Her hands move lower, soaping my stomach, my hips, then sliding between my legs. She washes me gently at first, fingers gliding through my folds, cleaning me with long, deliberate strokes that have nothing to do with soap and everything to do with making me shake. I am sensitive, and every pass of her fingers over my clit makes my knees buckle.
“Heaven,” I gasp.
She hums, pleased, and reaches for the detachable shower head. The click as she unhooks it echoes over the water. I know what is coming and my pussy clenches in anticipation.
“Spread your legs, shortcake.”
I widen my stance instantly. She brings the shower head down, switching it to the pulsing massage setting, and aims the hard, rhythmic jet straight at my clit.
The first blast of pressure hits like lightning. I cry out, hips jerking forward, hands scrabbling for purchase on the slick wall. It is too much and exactly enough all at once, hot water pounding my clit in relentless waves. Heaven keeps the stream steady, moving it in tight circles, watching my face like she wants to burn the sight into her memory.
“Fuck, fuck, Heaven.”
“Look at you,” she breathes, voice husky. “So wet, I cannot tell if it is the water or your pussy juices.”
She presses closer, her free hand sliding up to pinch my nipple hard. The dual sensations, sharp pain and that merciless pulse between my legs, have me moaning loud enough to rival the water. My thighs tremble. I can feel my orgasm building fast, embarrassingly fast.
She must feel it too because she drops the shower head lower, parting my lips with her fingers so the jet hits me directly, no barrier. The pressure slams into my clit and the entrance of my pussy at the same time and I shatter.
I come with a broken cry, knees buckling, pussy clenching hard around nothing as I squirt against the tile and her hand. Heaven holds the stream steady through every pulse, drawing it out until I am sobbing, oversensitive, and still grinding down for more.
Only when I sag against the wall does she hang the shower head back up. The second it is gone, she spins me around and crushes her mouth to mine.
We kiss like we are drowning. Tongues sliding, teeth clashing, water pouring over us. I taste vanilla soap and raw hunger. Her hands grip my ass, lifting me slightly so our slick bodies align perfectly, clits brushing with every desperate roll of our hips. I moan into her mouth, nails raking down her back.
She pushes me harder against the tile, one thigh sliding between mine, giving me something to grind on. I ride her leg shamelessly, slick smearing over her skin, while she devours my mouth. My hands tangle in her soaked curls, yanking her closer. She bites my bottom lip, sucks it into her mouth, then soothes it with her tongue.
“Fuck,” she growls against my lips. “Want to feel you come on my fingers while the water is still pounding us.”
“Do it,” I pant. “Fuck me.”
Two fingers slide inside me without warning, curling hard and fast. The angle is perfect, hitting that spot instantly. Her thumb finds my clit, rubbing tight, ruthless circles while her fingers pump in and out, the wet sounds swallowed by the shower. I cling to her shoulders, riding her hand, mouth open against hers in a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
She adds a third finger, stretching me wide, and I see stars. My walls flutter around her, already close again from the shower head. She fucks me harder, palm slapping against my clit with every thrust.
“Come for me,” she breathes, voice rough. “Right fucking now.”
I do. Hard. My pussy clamps down on her fingers, pulsing and gushing around them as another orgasm rips through me. I scream into her mouth, body shaking, water streaming down my face like tears.
She keeps moving, drawing it out until I am limp and whimpering. Only then does she ease her fingers out and bring them to her lips, licking them clean while I watch, dazed and wrecked.
Heaven kisses me again, softer this time, like she is trying to memorize the moment. The warmth between us lingers even as the water around me starts to cool.
“I will let you take your shower,” she says with that slow, confident smile that makes my knees feel unreliable.
I smile back, breath catching. “I will be out in a minute.”
“I will have the stuff ready in the kitchen.”
I nod, watching her as she steps out of the bathroom.
The door clicks shut behind her.
I stand there for a long moment, wondering how the hell a two-day house-sitting gig has turned into… whatever this is.
6
COCOA BUTTER SKIN
