It was fucking sexy.
Also, terrifying.
But mostly intoxicating.
Long past the point Maisie had any grip left on reality, Drew withdrew her lips and said, “Tub’s ready.”
Maisie nodded dumbly, vaguely aware of what had been said. Before her ability to process words was able to return, Drew stripped off her bra and underwear. As she climbed into the sudsy water, Maisie had no idea what to do with her eyes.
Don’t stare.
Staring was rude. And if she stared, it would quickly become obvious to Drew that Maisie had never seen a naked woman—at least not in this type of intimate setting—before. With a rush of insecurity, Maisie was certain this was not something she wanted Drew to know.
“You coming in?”
Maisie squeaked a reply that could pass as a yes. She nearly got into the giant tub without removing her underwear but remembered at the last second.Take them off,a voice in her head coached before she could freak out and change her mind at the prospect of losing the last tiny remnant of modesty. But before Maisie could do it herself, Drew swam up to the edge of the tub, because it really was so large that some amount of swimming was involved.
“Let me help.” Drew hooked her damp fingers into the waistband of Maisie’s panties, drawing them down slowly, past the hips, until they fell to the floor. “You’re beautiful. So, very beautiful.”
“That can be addictive, too.” Lifting one leg, Maisie stepped into the tub, sinking down into the soothing water with a satisfied sigh.
“Being told you’re beautiful?” Drew wrapped her arms around Maisie’s shoulders, holding her tightly.
“No, being told in a way that makes me believe it.” Maisie settled in against Drew’s body, savoring the slippery sensation of their wet skin coming together like two mermaids in a bubbly, lavender-scented sea.
Drew stared into Maisie’s eyes. “Believe it, darlin’.”
“Show me.” Maisie wasn’t usually the type to speak so boldly, but there was something about being here in this strange little oasis with Drew. Feeling safe. Wanted. Equal. Yes, equal. Who knew that was such an exhilarating feeling? Despite Drew’s size advantage, there was none of the power imbalance Maisie had experienced with men. For perhaps the first time, Maisie felt assured she could get as good as she gave, in every sense.
Drew moved Maisie’s head toward her, their mouths connecting with renewed vigor. The kisses were hungry but also tender, as if each knew what the other needed, like simply kissing could heal a part of their souls. They couldn’t stop exploring the other’s body with their hands, water sloshing against the side of the tub as their limbs tangled. It was nearly impossible to know where one part of Maisie’s body stopped and Drew’s started, as if they joined on every cosmic level.
Drew’s hand made its way steadily southward, taking a meandering path, stopping at a nipple, pinching it until it came to life.
Maisie pressed the back of her head against the cool edge of the tub.
The other nipple was already hard, but Drew didn’t neglect it, making the nub throb with need. Maisie’s back arched.
Drew’s trek downward continued until her hand slipped between Maisie’s legs, fingers exploring a slit that was more slippery and wet than the water around her.
Maisie let out an almost imperceptible groan.
Drew increased the pressure of her fingertips, quickening the speed of her strokes.
“Please,” Maisie heard herself beg, not even sure what she wanted exceptmore.
Instead, Drew stopped, withdrawing her hand. Maisie wanted to scream. Drew chuckled but must’ve sensed the desperate state Maisie was in, because she quickly spread a soft, thick towel along the wide platform behind the tub and gave it a pat. “Up here.”
It took Maisie a moment to register what she was being asked to do, but once she understood, she rose from the water and lay down on the towel, leaning back and propping herself onto her elbows. “Like this?”
Remaining in the water, Drew swam up to position herself between Maisie’s legs, spreading them wider. Maisie felt a cool rush of air against her exposed sex, making her shiver.
Before Maisie registered what was happening, Drew’s head was between her legs, her tongue flicking Maisie’s clit. It was as intense as a bolt of lightning, eliciting afuck memoan that Maisie hadn’t even been aware she was capable of making.
As Drew continued administering her attentions, teasing and circling with her tongue, Maisie had a hazy realization she’d never had good sex before tonight. In fact, everything about the night was checking new experiences and changing what she would expect from any lover for the rest of her life. Anything less was not an option she was willing to settle for anymore.
The gentle friction of a finger sliding inside her drew Maisie out of her head and into the moment. She glanced down and locked eyes on Drew. The woman was watching her every reaction, all the while meeting unspoken needs as if by magic.
The circular motions on the sensitive bud, coupled with another finger, brought Maisie closer and closer to the cliff, and while she wanted the moment to last forever, she also couldn’t stop herself from letting go completely. Legs dangling in the water, Maisie’s upper body lurched upright. She cradled Drew’s head with both wet hands, holding on tightly, carried away on an orgasm more powerful than anything she’d experienced before.