“Oh? And do I reserve the right to judge you for your choice?” Anna teased back.
Brooke playfully shook her head no.
Anna’s response was to take her baggy T-shirt off, leaving her completely naked.“You sure?”
Brooke forgot how to process. Her jaw had definitely dropped like a cartoon and her gaze had dropped right along with it.“I don’t know,” she admitted when she had been silent for too long.
“Scalding,” Anna answered.“Like melt your skin off hot.”
Brooke just nodded, her thoughts far beyond the concern of the water temperature.
“You?” Anna asked, her hands dipping under the hem of Brooke's shirt and lifting.
Brooke raised her arms to help, letting Anna remove her shirt.“So hot,” she whispered in response.
Their lips crashed together, their bodies only a fraction of a second behind. Brooke could feel the steam rolling out of the shower behind her. She pulled back the curtain and stepped in blindly, guiding Anna in with her. The water stung against her skin, almost too hot. Anna gasped into her mouth. Brooke had never wanted anything or anyone as badly as she wanted Anna at that very second, the water streaming down Anna’s body, following each and every delicious curve. Brooke ducked her head and stopped the flow of a stream with her tongue, tracing it all the way up to Anna’s throat. She sucked on Anna’s pulse point, vaguely aware that she would probably leave a mark, but she was too caught up in the moment to care.
“Fuck,” Anna moaned. Anna spun them, slowly and deliberately, pushing Brooke up against the cold tile of the shower wall.
Brooke gasped as the cold tile hit her skin, the air almost knocked out of her in surprise. Anna’s hands were all over her, with Anna’s lips close behind. Brooke let her head fall back against the tile, letting her eyes squeeze shut as Anna nipped at her throat. Anna kissed and sucked lower, her tongue mapping out every inch of Brooke's skin.
Brooke’s eyes flashed open just in time to watch Anna sink to her knees in front of her. Oh. Her eyes widened in disbelief. She couldn’t process the sight in front of her, the way in which Anna slicked all of her hair back and out of her face at once, the way the water bounced off her back, the steam clouding around them, the way Anna’s pale skin was tinged pink from the heat of the water.
The look on Anna’s face was so far beyond sexy. It was mischievous, lustful, maybe even a touch determined. She leaned forward to kiss Brooke's hip, her dark eyes never leaving Brooke's. Brooke could get lost in the look in Anna’s eyes, completely blown away by the absolute confidence and assuredness in which Anna slid her hands up the inside of Brooke’s thighs.
Brooke let out a shaky breath as Anna’s hand nudged her thighs apart. Anna removed her hand for long enough to pull back the shower curtain just far enough so that she could tap on the porcelain tub.“Put your foot here.” It was a command. One that Brooke followed without hesitation. The look in Anna’s eyes darkened with pleasure.“Good girl.”
That praise felt delicious. No one had ever praised Brooke in a sexual situation. She was wholly unprepared for how her entire body would react. The way she would crave more of it immediately. But Anna’s tongue tracing rivulets of water as they streamed towards Brooke's most intimate places, stopped any and all thoughts Brooke might have been able to form. The feeling of Anna’s tongue against her clit was the only thing she could comprehend at that moment. There was nothing but the sounds of Brooke's moans echoing off the shower walls and the pleasure coaxed from Anna’s mouth.
Brooke felt the slow trail of Anna’s fingertips, the drag of their path up the outside of her thigh. Anna pulled back, her eyes searching Brooke's, her fingers poised, cupping Brooke completely.
“Can I go in you?” Anna asked, her voice low with want.
Brooke whimpered a yes, desperately trying to spread her legs in such a way that she’d be able to stay upright.
Anna hummed in appreciation of her efforts as she slid her fingers through Brooke’s slick, wet need. Once Anna’s finger was fully coated in Brooke’s desire, she eased it into Brooke.
Brooke moaned, feeling her whole body flex around Anna’s finger. Anna waited, watching, her eyes fixed on Brooke's face. Brooke gasped with delight as Anna curled her finger, carefully exploring and searching, seeking Brooke's pleasure. Brooke needed something to hold on to, something to help keep her steady. Brooke's fingers slipped into Anna’s hair, tangling through the thick, wet locks.
That was all the encouragement Anna needed. She dipped her face back in, her tongue circling Brooke's clit. Brooke let herself sink into the feeling of Anna’s finger moving in and out slowly, curling and coaxing. The feeling of Anna’s tongue stroking around and across her clit. Brooke could feel her legs start to shake. She tried to remain standing, tried to hold onto this feeling for as long as she could. Anna gently added a finger, easing it into Brooke slowly, letting her adjust to the slight stretch.
It was too much, too good, too perfect all at once. Brooke felt her orgasm flood outwards from her core, the heavenly roll of her pleasure rippling outwards all the way to her fingertips and her toes. She was worried she’d fall or sink to the floor unable to stand, but Anna’s hand eased out of her and immediately moved to steady her at the waist. Anna was up on her feet and wrapping her arms around Brooke before the aftershocks had even stopped rolling through.
“I’ve got you,” Anna whispered into her neck as their bodies wrapped around each other under the steady flow of the shower.“Fuck that was amazing,” Anna murmured, kissing and sucking up Brooke's neck.“I love how that feels,” Anna continued her praise between lavishing Brooke's neck and chest with attention.“You got so fucking tight around my fingers,” Anna’s stream of consciousness, mixed with her steady hold of Brooke, the support and encouragement she offered was more than Brooke had ever experienced.
Brooke swooned, enjoying the praise and the comfort. Words and thoughts that would usually add stress or shame made her blossom with pride under Anna’s attention. Anna nuzzled into her even tighter, pulling back only far enough so that she could finally kiss her. Brooke could taste her own arousal on Anna’s tongue. Brooke moaned into the messiness of their kiss. It was all tongue and passion. Brooke's fingers weaved back into Anna’s hair, holding her as close as possible. She wanted every inch of her body to get to feel Anna at once, it was impossible to hold her tight enough.
Thankfully, it seemed as if Anna wanted the same thing, unwilling to the point of almost unable to untangle herself from Brooke's grip. They stayed like that, wrapped around each other in the heat of the stream until Brooke's phone started to buzz against the marble counter. The sound was startling and echoey in the hollow of the bathroom.
“An alarm?” Anna asked, pulling back enough to look up into Brooke's eyes.
Brooke shook her head.“No, it’s a phone call.” She had no way of knowing how long they had been in the shower. The water was still hot, but they had been snuggled together for quite some time—long enough for her heart rate to have returned to normal and for her legs to have stopped shaking. She sighed, worried that it was Clarence calling to say that he had arrived to collect them.“We should probably actually shower,” Brooke whispered, kissing across Anna’s cheeks.
Anna grumbled a bit, but agreed. She unwrapped herself from Brooke's arms and grabbed her shampoo. Brooke's gaze dropped to watch Anna’s ass as she leaned over. When Anna spun around, her lips pulled up into a mischievous smile.“So, you like my ass, too?”
A low chuckle pulled out of Brooke's chest. She nodded, letting her hands slide around Anna’s waist to spin her around again. Her hands slid down over the curve of Anna’s ass.“I really do.” She smiled as Anna seductively looked back at Brooke over her shoulder.“Is that okay with you?” she asked, squeezing gently.
Anna bit her bottom lip and nodded. She leaned back like that, letting her ass press into Brooke's front so that she could kiss Brooke backwards over her shoulder.“We have to shower,” she whispered, though Brooke wondered if those words were more of a reminder for herself.
