Eve let out a sharp, choked cry, her fingers clawing at the tiles.
"You're so wet for me," Jane murmured, her voice vibrating through the steam. "Look at you. Leaking like a faucet."
Jane began to pump her fingers, a rhythmic, sliding motion that created a loud, wet shlicking sound. She curled her fingers upward, hooking the G-spot with a precision that made Eve's vision blur. Jane's thumb found the swollen nub of Eve's clitoris, grinding against it in a circular motion that sent sparks of electricity shooting through Eve's spine.
"Please, Jane... please," Eve whimpered.
"Please what? Tell me exactly what you want," Jane demanded, increasing the speed.
The squelching sound intensified as Jane added a third finger, stretching Eve wide. The friction was intense, the combination of warm water and natural lubrication creating a slippery, sliding heat. Eve's hips began to buck, her breath coming in erratic sobs.
"I want to cum! I want you to make me cum!"
Jane smirked and suddenly accelerated, her fingers fluttering against the sensitive walls of Eve's vagina while her thumb hammered against the clit. The tension snapped. Eve's internal muscles clamped down hard on Jane's fingers, her body arching in a violent, shuddering climax. She screamed into the steam, her entire frame vibrating as wave after wave of pleasure crashed over her, leaving her limp and gasping.
Jane didn't let her recover. She pulled her fingers out with a wet pop and stood up, her eyes dark with a hunger that hadn't been sated. She led Eve out of the shower and onto the plush bath mat, then pointed toward the vanity.
"Get on your knees," Jane ordered.
Eve obeyed, her muscles still twitching from the orgasm. Jane sat back on the edge of the large soaking tub, spreading her legs. She wasn't wearing anything under the robe now, and her own pussy was glistening, a deep, inviting red.
"I'm tired of giving," Jane said, her voice dropping an octave. "Now, you're going to take care of me. Get over here."
Eve crawled toward her, the sensation of the rug against her knees a sharp contrast to the heat radiating from Jane. Eve leaned in, her tongue darting out to taste the salty, musky nectar of Jane's center. Jane groaned, her fingers digging into Eve's hair, pulling her head closer.
"Use your tongue, Eve. I want to feel every inch of it."
Eve dove in, her tongue swirling around the clit, then sliding deep into the opening. She sucked the sensitive flesh, her saliva mixing with Jane's juices to create a thick, slippery coating. Jane's hips began to roll, her breath hitching.
"Yes... right there... don't stop," Jane gasped.
But the power dynamic shifted. Eve felt a surge of confidence, a need to dominate the woman who usually held all the cards. She pulled back, looking up at Jane with a predatory glint in her eyes.
"I think I'm done with my knees for a moment," Eve whispered.
Before Jane could react, Eve stood up and pushed her back against the tub. Eve climbed onto Jane's lap, straddling her face. She lowered herself slowly, the wet heat of her pussy hovering just inches above Jane's lips.
"You like it when I'm in charge, don't you, Jane?"
Jane's eyes widened, a mixture of surprise and arousal flashing across her face. She didn't fight it. She opened her mouth, and Eve sank down, burying her clitoris directly against Jane's tongue.
Eve let out a long, guttural moan. The sensation of Jane's tongue licking upward, swirling around her clit, was overwhelming. Eve began to bounce, her hips moving in a slow, grinding circle. The sound of the interaction was visceral—the wet, slapping sound of Eve's thighs hitting Jane's cheeks, the squelch of saliva and pussy juices blending together.
Eve leaned forward, her breasts brushing against Jane's chest, her hands gripping Jane's shoulders for leverage. She began to face-fuck her, pushing her weight down, forcing Jane's tongue deeper into her folds.
"Suck it, Jane. Suck me dry," Eve commanded, her voice sounding foreign even to her, thick with lust.
Jane responded by intensifying the suction, her tongue flickering with rapid-fire precision. Eve felt the tension building again, a different kind of heat, a pressure that felt like it was about to explode. She ground herself down harder, her pussy clamping around Jane's nose and mouth, the air being pushed out in wet, muffled huffs.
"I'm... I'm going again!" Eve cried out.
She shuddered, her muscles contracting in a series of powerful spasms. She rode the wave of the second orgasm, her body shaking violently as she poured herself onto Jane's face. When she finally collapsed, she was panting, her skin slick with sweat and lubrication.
Jane pushed her up, her face glistening with Eve's fluids. She looked triumphant, her eyes burning.
"You've got some nerve," Jane whispered, her voice raspy. "Now it's my turn to break you."
Jane flipped Eve over with a sudden, athletic movement, pinning her to the cold marble floor of the bathroom. Jane's legs locked around Eve's waist, her body pressing down with an intensity that knocked the wind out of Eve.
"I'm going to make you squirt, Eve. I'm going to make you lose every bit of control you think you have."
Jane reached down, her fingers finding Eve's clit and pressing hard. At the same time, she slid two fingers deep inside, hitting the cervix with a blunt, rhythmic force. Eve's eyes rolled back. The pressure was immense, a building tide that felt like it was filling her entire abdomen.
"Please... Jane, I can't... it's too much!"
"It's not enough," Jane hissed.
Jane's fingers became a blur, a frantic, driving motion that ignored the boundaries of comfort and dove straight into pure, raw sensation. She vibrated her fingers against the G-spot, the friction creating a high-pitched, wet sound. Eve's legs shook uncontrollably, her toes curling.
Suddenly, a violent contraction ripped through Eve. She felt a surge of fluid erupt from her, a hot, clear spray that drenched Jane's hand and the marble floor beneath them. Eve screamed, a long, echoing sound of total surrender, as she squirted repeatedly, her body racking with the intensity of the release.
As Eve drifted in the afterglow, Jane shifted. She moved her body, aligning her hips with Eve's. They slid against each other, their pussies meeting in a wet, sliding friction.
"Look at me," Jane whispered.
Eve opened her eyes, seeing the raw desire in Jane's gaze. They locked legs, scissoring their bodies together. The contact was electric—skin on skin, heat on heat. They began to grind, their clitorises rubbing together in a rhythmic, sliding motion.
The sound was hypnotic—the shlicking of their wetness, the heavy, synchronized breathing, the occasional slap of their thighs. Every movement was a slow, deliberate torture. Eve could feel Jane's pulse through her skin, a frantic drumming that matched her own.
"Together," Jane groaned. "Now, Eve. Together."
They accelerated the pace, their bodies blurring into a single mass of friction and desire. The tension built to a fever pitch, a tightening coil in their lower bellies. Eve gripped Jane's back, her nails digging into the skin, as the world narrowed down to the point of contact between them.
The climax hit them simultaneously. It wasn't a wave; it was an explosion. They both cried out, their voices merging into a single, ragged scream. Their bodies locked, muscles seizing in a shared, violent orgasm that left them both breathless and trembling.
They lay there for a long time, tangled together on the cold marble, the only sound the drip of the shower and the heavy thud of their hearts. The corporate world, the deals, Ethan, and the city outside ceased to exist. There was only the smell of sex, the feeling of damp skin, and the lingering electricity of a hunger finally fed.
Jane leaned in, kissing Eve's forehead with a tenderness that was a sharp contrast to the violence of the last hour.
"I bet he could never make you squirt", jane whispered while biting her earlobes and eve quivered.