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“Right there… Victoria, please,” Harper pleads, losing control completely.

Victoria doesn’t let up, but she doesn’t rush either. She revels in each of Harper’s sounds, in the way her chest rises and falls wildly, in the way her hips move, seeking more contact, more pressure. With her free hand, Victoria pulls aside the soaked lace of Harper’s panties, baring her center. Her palm finds Harper’s burning skin, slick with her own wetness mingled with the shower water.

At the first direct contact of Victoria’s fingers against her swollen clitoris, Harper jumps, stifling a cry against Victoria’s neck. Her lips seek out Victoria’s skin, leaving wet, frantic kisses along her throat as Victoria’s fingers begin to work her.

Victoria knows Harper’s body better than her own. She knows exactly how much pressure to apply, what speed drives her wild, and how to push her to the limit. She slides two fingers inside her, finding a fiery tightness. Harper is on fire, ridiculously sensitive, completely surrendered to the pleasure Victoria is giving her.

“Victoria… I can’t… it’s too much,” Harper gasps, trying to keep her hips in sync with Victoria’s fingers.

“Look what you’re doing to me, Harper,” Victoria whispers in her ear, nibbling on her earlobe while maintaining a slow, deep, penetrating rhythm. “Look what you’re making me do.”

She moves in and out of her slowly, savoring the wet sound of friction mingling with the murmur of the water. With her thumb, Victoria begins to trace tight circles over her clitoris. The effect is instant: Harper’s legs begin to tremble visibly. Her knees give way, and Victoria has to tighten her grip around her waist to hold her against the wall.

Harper’s eyes seek out Victoria’s once more.

“Kiss me,” Harper pleads, her voice broken with desire. “Kiss me while you make me yours.”

Victoria captures her mouth in a deep, hungry kiss, sealing their lips together as she increases the speed of her fingers. Harper convulses against her, her entire body tensing like a rope about to snap.

Her inner walls contract violently around Victoria’s fingers, trapping them in the midst of a brutal, prolonged climax. Harper stifles a heart-wrenching cry against Victoria’s lips, trembling from head to toe as waves of pleasure wash over her again and again. Victoria keeps the pressure of her thumb on Harper’s clitoris until the last contraction subsides, leaving her completely exhausted, leaning against Victoria’s body with ragged breath and her face hidden in the crook of her neck.

The hot water continues to pour over them, washing away the traces of passion, enveloping them in a liquid embrace that cushions the shock of reality.

Victoria gently withdraws her fingers from Harper and caresses her wet back, tracing its curve with her fingertips.

It takes Harper several long minutes to catch her breath. When she finally lifts her head, her eyes are shining, filled with an affection that squeezes Victoria’s heart with painful intensity.

“You’re a cheater,” Harper murmurs with a faint, trembling smile, caressing Victoria’s wet cheek with the back of her hand.

“Me? You’re the one who’s been teasing me the whole time,” Victoria replies, her voice still hoarse with arousal.

“You know perfectly well that this doesn’t solve anything,” Harper says, though her fingers linger along Victoria’s jawline, tracing her features wistfully as they slowly make their way down her body. “There’s a lot at stake when we get back.”

“I know,” Victoria agrees. “I know exactly what’s at stake.”

Harper slides down, kneeling on the wet stone, unconcerned by the water running down her face. Her hands encircle Victoria’s thighs, spreading them apart with a decisiveness that leaves Victoria breathless.

“Harper…” Victoria begins, but the rest of the words catch in her throat.

“I don’t want to think about anything but you…” Harper interrupts, looking up at her with determination.

Without giving her time to react, Harper slides her hands over Victoria’s buttocks, pressing her pelvis against her face. She pulls off Victoria’s underwear and lets it fall to the floor. When her hot tongue makes direct contact with Victoria’s wet center, a moan escapes her, echoing off the bathroom walls.

Victoria clings to the shower fixtures to keep her balance. The contrast of the hot water running down her back becomes secondary to the delicious torture Harper is inflicting between her legs.

Harper isn’t in a hurry. Her tongue traces long, deep strokes, savoring her with almost religious devotion. She takes her time exploring every fold of Victoria’s flesh, sucking on her clitoris before sliding two fingers inside her.

“Oh, God… Harper,” Victoria gasps, throwing her head back as the water washes over her face.

Harper penetrates her with a steady rhythm, using her other hand to caress the insides of Victoria’s thighs, leading her slowly but inexorably toward the abyss. Her devotion overwhelms her.

She increases the pace of her thrusts with her fingers, coordinating the pressure of her tongue against Victoria’s clitoris. Victoria’s body responds instinctively: her muscles tense, her thighs begin to tremble, and an unbearable pressure builds in her lower abdomen, demanding to be released.

“Don’t hold anything back,” Harper urges from below. “Give me everything.”

The orgasm hits Victoria hard. Uncontrollable moans escape her throat as her inner walls clench in violent spasms around Harper’s fingers. Her vision blurs completely; the pleasure is so intense it borders on pain, an explosion of heat that spreads from her core to every fiber of her being. She grabs hold of Harper’s wet hair, clinging to her as a million sensations rock her body over and over again.

Harper doesn’t pull away from her until the last tremor has left Victoria’s body. She stands up slowly and immediately wraps her arms around Victoria. They stand together beneath the steady stream of the shower, embracing each other with silent desperation, feeling their hearts beat in the same frantic rhythm.