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Eden was a vision of pale, milky skin flowing over elegant curves. Her long legs seemed to go on forever, tapering into delicate ankles that Genevieve loved to throw over her shoulders. The gentle swell of her breasts, the soft plane of her stomach, and the enticing curve of her hips - every part of Eden was a masterpiece that Genevieve yearned to worship.

Unable to resist any longer, Genevieve almost lunged forward, crowding Eden into the walk-in shower. Her hands found purchase on Eden's hips, tearing through the flimsy lace of her underwear and pulling her closer as the warm water began to cascade over them both. She raked her nails up Eden's back and then down again, eliciting a sharp gasp from her lover that stoked the heat between her legs.

"Careful," Eden chided half-heartedly, her breathless tone betraying her arousal. "I've still got a couple weeks of filming left. Can't have any visible marks."

Genevieve huffed in frustration, her hands stilling on Eden's waist. She understood the restriction, but that did nothing to quell the animalistic hunger that burned within her. She wanted nothing more than to mark Eden’s perfect skin, to leave a visible reminder of their passion that would last for days.

As she reined herself in just a little, Genevieve's mind wandered to the journey they'd taken together, exploring the depths of their sexual dynamic. It had been no surprise to discover how much she enjoyed dominating Eden, how intoxicating it was to have her lover submit so willingly to her every whim. But over the years, they’d taken that heady pleasure to new heights together.

She thought back to the first time she'd properly spanked Eden. About the way her pale flesh had blossomed into a beautiful shade of pink, then deepened to a vibrant red. Eden’s breathy moans and the way she'd arched into each strike, begging for more. It had sparked an addiction in Genevieve that she hadn’t seen coming.

And it wasn't just spanking. Genevieve had discovered a primal satisfaction in marking Eden in other ways - sucking dark bruises into the soft flesh of her inner thighs, leaving bite marks along the curve of her breasts. Each mark was a testament to their passion, a visual representation of the intense connection they shared.

What had surprised Genevieve most was how much Eden loved it. Her partner revelled in wearing these marks, often admiring them in the mirror with a satisfied smile. It was as if each bruise, each bite mark, was a badge of honour. A secret symbol of their love that Eden carried with her.

"Hey," Eden's soft voice in her ear pulled Genevieve from her thoughts. "Once filming's wrapped, we can celebrate properly." Her eyes sparkled with mischief as she added, "It’s been a while since you thoroughly fucked my ass."

Genevieve groaned, her head falling back against the shower wall as Eden's words painted vivid pictures in her mind. The thought of bending Eden over, of slowly working her open before burying a dildo deep inside her . . . it was almost too much to bear.

Eden, ever attuned to Genevieve's reactions, seized the opportunity to press her advantage. Her lips found the sensitive skin of Genevieve's neck, alternating between gentle kisses and teasing nips. "In the meantime," she murmured against Genevieve's pulse point, "no one's going to see any marks on you, are they?"

Before Genevieve could object, she felt the sharp suction of Eden's mouth on the swell of her breast. A hiss escaped her lips as pleasure mingled with the slight sting of pain. Eden worked diligently, sucking and nibbling until she was satisfied with her handiwork.

When she pulled back, a smug smile played on her lips as she admired the dark lovebite blooming on Genevieve's pale skin. The sight of it, coupled with the lingering sensation, stoked the fire of Genevieve's desire. A needy hunger pooled between her legs, her body thrumming with desperation for more of Eden's touch.

Genevieve tangled her fingers in Eden's hair, tugging firmly. "You think you’re so clever flipping the script on me don’t you, baby? On your knees. Now," she commanded, slipping easily into her dominant role. Eden complied eagerly, sinking to the shower floor with graceful submission. Genevieve guided her lover's mouth to her throbbing clit, gasping as Eden's tongue made contact with her sensitive flesh.

Eden feasted on her hungrily, her talented tongue exploring every fold and crevice of Genevieve's pussy. She lapped at her entrance, gathering her arousal before focusing her attention on her clit. As Eden sucked the throbbing bud into her mouth, she slipped two fingers inside Genevieve, curling them to hit that perfect spot.

Genevieve's head fell back against the shower wall again, her hips rocking against Eden's face as pleasure built within her. She could feel her orgasm approaching rapidly, her legs beginning to tremble with the effort of staying upright. Eden's fingers pumped in and out relentlessly, her mouth never ceasing its assault on Genevieve's clit.

When her climax hit, it was with an intensity that took Genevieve's breath away. Her body shook uncontrollably, her legs threatening to give out as waves of ecstasy crashed over her. It was a Herculean effort to keep from from collapsing entirely.

As the aftershocks subsided, Genevieve reached down and yanked Eden to her feet by her dripping, golden locks. She claimed her lover's mouth in a searing kiss, her tongue delving deep to taste herself on Eden's lips.

Without breaking the kiss, Genevieve's hand snaked down between Eden's legs. She plunged two fingers into Eden's pussy, finding her hot and dripping wet. Her other hand moved to Eden's throat, applying just enough pressure to hold her in place against the wall at her back.

Eden moaned, her eyes locking onto Genevieve's gaze with unwavering focus. Genevieve loved this about her - how Eden instinctively knew now to maintain eye contact during these heated moments. There was nothing Genevieve craved more than watching her lover come undone, seeing the pleasure and trust and vulnerability in those beautiful blue eyes.

"Come for me, baby," Genevieve whispered, her fingers working furiously inside Eden. "Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers."

Eden's response was a strangled keen, her throat vibrating against Genevieve's palm. Her pussy clenched around Genevieve's fingers, pulsing rhythmically as her orgasm washed over her. Genevieve kept fucking her through it, relishing every twitch and shudder of Eden's pliant body.

As Eden slowly floated back down to earth, Genevieve softened her touch. She peppered Eden's face with gentle kisses - her cheeks, her eyelids, and the corner of her mouth. Each kiss was an expression of love. Of gratitude for the trust and intimacy they shared.

"Turn around," Genevieve murmured, releasing her throat and reaching for the shampoo bottle. Eden obeyed, sighing contentedly as Genevieve began to lather the fragrant soap into her wet hair.

Genevieve took her time, massaging Eden's scalp with firm, circular motions. She loved these moments of aftercare, when she could shower Eden with affection and tenderness. It was a beautiful contrast to the intensity of their lovemaking, and a reminder of the deep emotional connection that underpinned their physical relationship.

Eden's head fell back slightly, a low groan escaping her lips as Genevieve's fingers worked their magic. "God, that feels amazing," she murmured, her voice thick with satisfaction and a little exhaustion.

As Genevieve rinsed the shampoo from Eden's hair, letting the warm water cascade over them both, Eden spoke again. "You know," she said softly, "you're the best thing that's ever happened to me."

The words sent a rush of warmth through Genevieve's chest, a feeling of love so intense it brought tears to her eyes. Shewrapped her arms around Eden from behind, pressing a kiss to her shoulder. "And you're the best thing that's ever happened to me," she replied, grateful for the shower that obscured any tears that managed to escape. "I still can't believe this is my life, sometimes."

As they stood there, wrapped in each other's arms with the warm water flowing over them, Genevieve thought back on the journey that had brought them to this point. From that first electric meeting in the audition room to this moment of domestic bliss, every step had led them here. To a love so deep and true that it took her breath away.

In Eden, Genevieve had found not just a lover, but a partner in every sense of the word. Someone who challenged her, supported her, and loved her unconditionally. Someone who had shown her that it was possible to have both a fulfilling career and a passionate, loving relationship.

As Eden turned in her arms, sighing contentedly and capturing her lips in a soft, lingering kiss, Genevieve knew with absolute certainty that this - this love, this life they'd built together - was everything she'd ever wanted and so much more.