Show Me by Elle O'Brien Page B

room with scent and shadows.  When she was done, she turned toward the water, turning off the tap before sliding in, her long tan legs bent slightly as she sank down in the frothy water.  She was a beautiful woman, especially now when her skin was dewed from the heat of the water, and her breasts were swollen and rising above the bubbles, only her pink nipples covered.  Her brown eyes were darker now as the sensations started to ride along her skin, her cheeks turning a dewy pink as she tipped her head back and arched into the water, her eyes closing as she felt the bubbles swirl around her.
                  Her skin hadn’t felt like this in months, nothing like this silky, wanton, electric feel, where everything was noticed, every swish of the water, every graze of a bubble.  Taking her empty hand, Kia slowly ran it down her side, from her breast to her ribcage, down her hip and thigh to her calf.  Then as she had imagined, she slid her palm over the top of her calf to the inside, gliding up and over her leg until she got to the juncture of her thighs.  A light pulse beat there, as if beckoning her.  Remembering the instructions, she glided her fingertips slowly up and over her mound, pressing slightly when she felt her clit, arching her back when her whole body reacted and tightened.  And then there were hands on her breasts, kneading, cupping, stroking, tugging on her pebbled nipples until she thought she would scream in pleasure and pain.  Arching into those hands, she left hers where it was, manipulating back and forth, a quick scissor of her fingers and then a constant thrusting of them, over and over and over as her breasts were handled.  She was lost, consumed by what was happening to her, the weighted, drugged feeling of her body as it tightened, climbed, higher and higher.  When a hand placed itself over the top of hers on her pussy, she cried out, using her other hand to bring attention to the forgotten breast.  There was a steady breath on her neck and she turned into it, not seeking lips, but connection, contact, skin on skin.  As if the owner of the hands knew, she felt a rough scrape of stubble on her shoulder, and warm breath flutter over her lips, and then she was flying, her back arching even further, her hips pumping in the water as the sensations wracking her body took her to a place she had never been. 
                  As her tremors subsided, and her body slowly loosened, Kia felt those hands, rubbing, caring, comforting her as they brushed along her skin, slid over her shoulders, up into her hair where they massaged her scalp.  Moaning, she left her eyes closed and used both hands to frame her pussy, her index fingers slowly rubbing again, her hips gyrating, thrusting, her core pulsing as it built to yet another climb.  She could barely breathe as she worked herself over a second time, her breath coming in pants to match the ones of the person behind her.  Her hips thrust, working up and down in the water, her fingers rubbing, thrusting, enticing every nerve in her core until she felt stretched to the limit, and just as she was about to break, just as she was about to release and shatter into a million pieces, those hands left her hand and found her breasts again, this time grasping her nipples and pinching them, rolling them in between their fingers until her pleasure mixed with pain and her body catapulted off of the cliff, diving into the tumultuous abyss until she was weak.
                  Kia’s limbs felt heavy as they floated at her side, her knees bent to one side, her head resting on the back of the tub.  When she felt arms around her and then air on her skin, she did no more than turn in her head into the source and breathe, inhaling the light spicy scent that mingled with powerful jasmine scent from her bath.  There was still music on as Kia felt herself walked from the overly warm bathroom to the adjoining bedroom, the cool air bringing