Erin was going to regret this. For so many reasons, but the one she thought of as she moved lower was that she was much too old to be kneeling in a bathtub. She’d have to pop a couple ibuprofen later, because now that she was down there, she planned to stay awhile.
She tapped Cassie’s left thigh, then got impatient, lifting the leg herself and draping it over her shoulder. Warm water cascaded down Erin’s back, but the heat from Cassie was warmer. Erin leaned into it.
Fuck.
Erin hadn’t given cunnilingus to anyone since college. Early college, even, before she and Adam started dating. Almost two decades. She’d forgotten how good it was. She must’ve. Because it had to be the act itself, rather than Cassie, that made her feel like this. She no longer noticed the bite of the floor into her knees.
Cassie gasped, and Erin opened her eyes. She wouldn’t be closing them again, not when she could watch Cassie, one hand in her own hair and the other arm stretched out, flat against the shower wall. Erin’s tongue slipped through Cassie’s hot wet flesh. She chased the taste deeper. Cassie slapped her other palm against the wall. Her fingers scrambled for purpose and one hand caught the cubbyhole where the body wash and hair products sat. Erin watched her grip tighten right before Cassie’s hips rolled harder into her mouth.
Cassie’s blue eyes were not on Erin’s, but aimed lower, where Erin’s tongue dragged through her folds. Cassie’s hips rolled again and Erin took advantage of it, sliding her hands around to squeeze the firm roundness of Cassie’s ass. Cassie bit her bottom lip and groaned, and Erin came right there, on her knees in the shower, face pressed into Cassie.
She shuddered through one long blink, a tiny explosion that only whetted her appetite for more. When her breath evened out, she sucked Cassie’s clit into her mouth. Cassie’s hands came up off the wall before slapping down again.
“Fuck, Erin, yes.”
Cassie shook and moaned and Erin sucked harder. There was a second where she thought they were going to collapse, Cassie no longer able to hold herself up as she came, but Erin tightened her hands on Cassie’s ass and held her up by sheer willpower, refusing to break contact between her mouth and Cassie’s center. Cassie got her foot back under her, the heel of the other digging deliciously into Erin’s back.
Erin lapped her tongue gently against Cassie’s clit. It was as much of a break as she could give her. She didn’t know how to stop. She should have brought Cassie to her hotel room two months ago. She should have gone down on her in the bathroom at the concert. She should have taken every opportunity she had to do this.
The tang was stronger now that Cassie had come once. Erin wanted more of it. One hand stayed on Cassie’s ass, but the other slipped forward and then back, two fingers sliding smoothly into Cassie on the return trip.
The noise Cassie made reverberated around them.
Erin crooked her fingers and let the hint of her teeth graze against Cassie’s clit, and finally, Cassie stopped trying to grip the wall and held on to the only thing she could, both hands fisted in Erin’s wet hair. Erin nodded her approval and scissored her fingers inside Cassie.
Cassie’s second orgasm was the more that Erin had been chasing. Bigger, stronger, louder than her first. She spasmed around Erin’s fingers. One hand stayed tangled in Erin’s hair while Cassie bit the back of the other, though it didn’t do much to muffle her moans. Erin did everything she could to draw them out, her tongue busy and desperate, her face messy, slick all the way down her chin. How had she let herself go nineteen years without doing this?
She didn’t stop until Cassie pulled her away by the hair. Red sat high on Cassie’s cheeks. She let go of Erin’s hair but kept tugging at anything she could get ahold of—shoulders, elbows, hips, until Erin was standing. The blue of Cassie’s eyes had changed, gone dark, pupils blown wide, but Erin didn’t have much time to admire them before Cassie pressed their mouths together.
Cassie’s hand found its way between Erin’s legs, and before Erin could think, she had two fingers inside of her to the second knuckle.
“Cassie,” Erin gasped, her body welcoming the intrusion with no resistance.
Cassie kissed Erin’s jaw, underneath it, sucked at the soft skin under her ear. “You’re so fucking hot.”
She added another finger, and Erin took it. She couldn’t stop twisting her hips. It felt pathetic, how easy she was for Cassie. She’d come from nothing, from doing the touching rather than being touched, but now that Cassie was touching her, she was going to come again, even faster than the first time. She hadn’t slept with anyone since visiting Virginia. Cassie had been the last person to make her feel like this, and she did it again, so easily. Cassie did something inside Erin—curled her fingers or twisted them or thrust harder, Erin had no idea what except that it worked, and she was coming, clutching at Cassie’s shoulders and pressing her face into her neck.