vibration on her lips when she kissed June finally made her unable to hold
back.
She buried her fingers in Arabella’s hair all over again, tangling the
strands so tight and pulling her up against her mouth so hard that their teeth
nearly crashed together as Arabella kissed her brutally.
June shattered, her head thrown back against the glass, Arabella’s lips on
hers, tasting her cries of pleasure like they were whisky, getting drunk on
them right along with June who was already lost. Stars burst everywhere.
There was a whole damn night sky in that shower with them, with black
holes and milky ways, shooting stars, everything. June went floating
through it, the sharp pains and pleasure of her climax making her nearly
delirious. She screamed, over and over, the sounds muted by the force of
Arabella’s lips against hers. She came until she was boneless and spent and
then she melted against the glass.
> Arabella held her up, and when June opened her eyes, she slid her fingers
away and brought them to her own mouth this time, letting June watch as
she licked them clean. It was so deliciously erotic, watching her taste her
pleasure, that the vibrations and aftershocks of her climax swept through
her all over again. June had to clutch at Arabella’s shoulders to keep herself
from toppling over.
She realized, quite after the fact, that the water temperature was
changing. It wasn’t cold yet, but it was well on its way there. Her hand
fumbled for the tap, and she cranked it. Luckily it was the cold she’d
cranked and the hot was on its last legs and they didn’t get scalded or frozen
out.
June hustled out of the shower, grabbing one of the two fluffy pink
towels off the rack. She’d bought them when she’d bought the house,
chosen just for the shade of pink they were, because it matched the sink and
the toilet so perfectly. They’d faded a little in the wash over time, but they
were still a close enough match. And they were still fluffy.