Page 116 of Fly with Me

Stella straightened, reading the suggestive angle of Olive’s mouth correctly. “I think that sounds like a very good idea.”

They’d both lost track of time. Again. Hot water glistened down Olive’s torso, over her ribs and the swell of her abdomen. The cool tile pressed against her spine.

“I feel like you should write a detailed review on Yelp for this apartment building,” Stella said from where she was positioned on her knees.

“Should I?” Olive muttered.

“Yes. This is very important. The public needs to know how nice this bathroom is.” Stella brushed tender yet teasing kisses across Olive’s pelvis. Her eyebrow cocked wickedly as she adjusted the angle on the vibrator inside Olive.

Gasping, Olive leaned her head back, eyes shutting. Her back arched off the wall. “How should I start the review?” Her words came out haltingly.

“Luxury bathrooms. Perfect amount of space for mind-blowing cunnilingus. Tile is not too hard against the knees. Water pressure is good for stimulating sensitive areas.” Stella’s voice was low and almost as erotic as what her hands were doing with the toy.

“Oh god.” Olive moaned once. “How about you keep doing that, and I’ll write the review later. Mind-blowing. Awful confident, are we?”

“I’m pretty sure you like this.” Stella’s tongue began to explore as if to demonstrate the point.

Olive tangled her fingers in Stella’s wet hair. “What was your first clue?”

“The way you screamed the first time I started doing it. I suspect you’ll be screaming louder since we added your old friend to the mix this time.” Stella pushed Olive’s legs wider, spreading her in every possible way before leaning down.

“I’m glad Alyson is waterproof.” Stella chuckled. The slight shudder against Olive’s clit made stars flash in her vision.

“Oh god—ah. Me too.” Olive’s eyes closed. “Shit.”

Stella sucked on that throbbing spot between Olive’s legs. Every movement of Stella’s mouth had Olive whispering curses. Her hips thrust forward to meet Stella, urging her to keep going. Keep going. God, please keep going. Time seemed to shudder as they moved together. Stella gave her exactly what she needed, where she needed it. The vibration pulsed deep inside Olive, the sensation almost too much. It built and built until every cell in Olive’s body cried out in another release.

Olive almost blacked out, and as Stella predicted, her screaming was probably loud enough to provoke a noise complaint.

Stella eased the vibrator out of her and clicked it off. Olive shuddered at the sudden empty feeling.

“I should put the Yelp review in soon, so that it goes in before the obituary.” Olive leaned back into the tile and shut her eyes.

“Obituary?”

“Woman fucked so well in a bathroom that she hit her head on the tile and died of a mind-blowingly amazing orgasm.”

Stella tutted mournfully. “Such a tragedy that would be.”

Olive wrapped herself around Stella, hugging her tightly and enjoying the soft press of Stella’s breasts and nipples against her upper chest while the hot water flowed over them both. “That was amazing.” She kissed Stella, her teeth tugging on her bottom lip.

Stella leaned her forehead against Olive’s. “What were we supposed to be doing?”

“Showering.”

“Check.”

“Three cumulative orgasms between us is lovely, but we should probably also do normal shower things. Like clean ourselves.”

Stella cupped Olive’s breasts. “I’ll start here.”

Olive laughed and grabbed her body wash and held it out to Stella. “Wash, then lunch.”

“Okay.” Stella smiled and offered a mocking salute.

Olive was mesmerized as the bubbles and water slid over Stella’s perfect curves. “You really like to play up the pilot captain thing, don’t you? I’d complain, but it’s led me to discover many new things about myself.”

“Like what?” Stella got a glazed look on her face, her deft fingers moving in a slightly slower lathering motion.