Chapter 57: slipped
Olivia slipped deeper into the bath, the scalding heat licking up her thighs, steam rising in soft veils that clung to her skin.
Her nipples, flushed pink, stood stiff above the surface, the waterline just kissing the undercurve of her breasts.
She leaned her head back, lids heavy, hair damp against her neck, and let her legs fall open beneath the water.
Her fingers grazed her inner thigh, tracing slow, teasing circles, stoking a burning need that pulsed through her like wildfire.
The memory crashed in—Lor beneath her in the undercroft, his hazel eyes wide, drunk on her taste, lips slick and glistening, tongue wickedly patient.
She’d straddled his face, knees planted on the cool stone, one hand gripping the wall as her soaked pussy ground against his mouth, his tongue lapping her clit with slow, hungry flicks that sent shivers through her core.
"Mmh," she moaned, voice rising like smoke, throat tight with raw, desperate need.
Her hand cupped her breast, heavy and aching, squeezing it firmly, fingers dragging over the nipple, circling slowly before pinching sharply.
"Ah—fuck—" she gasped, the jolt sparking fire through her veins, her pussy clenching in response, dripping with anticipation.
Under the water, her fingers found her clit, swollen and throbbing, begging for touch.
She rubbed slowly, hips rocking gently, savoring the torturous build, each stroke a tease that made her breath hitch.