Page 16 of Clandestine

“I think so,” she squints at me under the bright lighting.

“Are you showering?”

“Yeah, you wanna join?” I don’t expect her to say yes, but she nods again and drops the sheet. Once she’s confident in her body, she’s fucking confident in it. With good reason too.

Her nipples sit tightened on her full breasts, and she has the most delicious and squeezable hips I may have ever seen. I realize I’m staring at her with my hand still in the water.

“Oh, uh, temperature’s good now.” I step back to undress and watch her as she pushes the glass door open more to step inside.

Those first few seconds of the water cascading over her curved body do bad things in my mind, but I’m telling myself no. We’re just two people who kinda fucked once. Not to mention, she’s probably at least somewhat tender.

It doesn't take me long to strip myself down and climb into the shower with her, and the warm steam that surrounds us is perfect for the long day ahead.

I’m somewhat in a trance, analyzing today’s to-do list and mesmerized by the way the soapy bubbles slide down her skin when she speaks to me again.

“Do you want me to wash yours too?” Hale’s hand reaches out and twists a steam-dampened strand of hair around her finger, and all I can do is nod in response. I don’t think anyone else has washed my hair for me outside of a hairdresser and maybe, like, my mom when I was younger.

She squirts a generous amount of her shampoo into her hand, and it smells like peppermint and something mildly earthy. I expect her to ask me to turn around, but she does no such thing. This beautiful girl starts washing my hair so attentively, and each time her nails barely scratch over my scalp, I let out a moan. She focuses on the roots before moving down to the ends and lathers them gently.

But she doesn’t stop there.

Her soft hands move to the back of my head before descending my shoulders, my clavicle, and then she’s fully massaging my breasts with her sudsy palms.

“Fuck,” I pant as she tweaks my nipple the same way I did hers last night.

I feel the need build inside me for more, but I don’t let myself make a move.

Her hands land on my shoulders, spinning me so that my back is to her, and she slowly backsteps us into the water before tilting my head into the spray.

As her arms move to rinse my hair, her nipples slide across my back, but when one of her hands makeshifts as a ponytail holder and the other snakes around my body, I know I’m a goner.

She slides her hand down my stomach before she reaches her destination, pushing one finger between my folds and gently circling my clit.

“Like this?” she whispers in my ear.

“Yes, fuck yes, like that,” I moan.

“Mmmm, you’re wet.”

And I am. Somehow, this shower has become one of the most erotic things I’ve been a part of in all my days, and not because it’s so outlandish. Because it’s intimate. When her hand leaves my core, I’m gearing up to beg, but then I hear her lips pop.

“And you taste sweet.”

My knees buckle. Her hand returns to my clit, continuing her circles around my clit as my orgasm draws closer. Dipping her two middle fingers into me, she thrusts them slowly, and I can’t breathe, it feels so good. The way her body is pressed tightly against my back, the water streaming over us, the smell of her shampoo all over me, it’s all so much, and I’m going to come a lot faster than I want to when she adds her thumb to my clit with the teasing pumps of her fingers inside me.

“Oh god, Hale.” My arm shoots out to grip the shower railing, but she releases my hair and wraps her other arm just under my boobs to hold me upright.

“This is how I would’ve touched myself while thinking of you if you hadn’t been in the bathroom when I woke up. This is how I would have made myself come.” She pauses to kiss my neck. “While thinking of the way you rode my face last night.”

“Please…” Mind you, I’m not even the begging type.

“I want to make you come again,” she says in my ear while barely picking up the pace of her fingers.

“I’m going to— Fuck.” And then I feel it. “I’m coming, Hale.” The moan is so much louder than I mean for it to be, and with the bathroom door open, I know that one probably woke the boys up.

“Yes, baby, come on my fingers,” she whispers in my ear while her fingers inside me slow again, but her thumb doesn’t stop working my clit until I feel the aftershocks deep in my stomach. My moans turn to whimpers, and my senses become heightened. Her tits pressed to my back while she grinds herself against my ass, the steam circling around us while the water snakes between us, and the occasional draft of cool air making its way in from over the top of the shower door. Nothing has ever been more erotic, or more intimate than it is with Hale. She’s like a drug. One single hit of her, and everything is just…better.

“Let me touch you,” I rasp, as her fingers still lazily rubbing circles around my clit. When I turn to her, she tucks a wet stand of short dark hair behind her ear before seemingly waiting for command. Her beautiful tits sit perfectly on her chest, not too perky, but deliciously full. She whimpers when I push her back into the shower wall, but the way my name falls from her lips when I suck her nipple deep into my mouth on my way down her body does horrible things to me.

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