even stepped under the shower’s spray.
Quinn guided her in, kissing her until they were both
breathless. The water soaked them both, cascading over their
bodies, which were pressed tightly together.
When Quinn slid her hand down between them, Dallas
could only moan and shift into that touch. Quinn’s skilled
fingers hit every inch of Dallas’ already sensitive skin. She
brushed her index finger over Dallas’ clit and Dallas
whimpered into her mouth.
“So wet,” Quinn panted. She licked water droplets from
Dallas’ lower lip with her tongue. Dallas moaned again. “This
is all you. It’s not the shower.”
“Yes,” Dallas hissed. “Because of you. Because you’re so
beautiful. And sensual. And erotic. And sexy.”
Quinn laughed and nipped Dallas’ bottom lip with her
teeth as her fingers trailed lower, finding Dallas’ entrance.
Dallas gasped as two of Quinn’s fingers slid inside of her,
filling her. She moaned and leaned into Quinn while throwing
her head back against the tile. The warm water sprayed over
Quinn’s shoulders and Dallas’ chest, making their skin
deliciously slick. Her hard nipples slid against Quinn’s breasts.
It was a strange sensation, being soaking wet. The friction
wasn’t the same, and that was thrilling too. It sent tendrils of
pleasure racing straight to Dallas’ stomach.
Quinn curled her fingers and went deeper, filling Dallas so
that she cried out. She circled her hips into every motion of
Quinn’s fingers, taking her deeper. Quinn’s hips gyrated too
and Dallas realized that she shouldn’t turn to jelly and just
receive the pleasure that Quinn was so willing to give. She
should give it too. She wanted desperately to touch Quinn.