Oh Christ, Micky felt her legs go a little weak at the knees. The water massaged her clit in the most direct, exquisite way, and soon Micky started feeling the familiar heat claw its way up from deep within her core. Could some water pointed in the right direction really do that to her? Or was this all Robin once again?
The heat was about to hit the surface of her skin when Robin plunged a finger deep inside of Micky. The jet kept blasting, and Robin’s finger curled, and pressed, and delved, and Micky was about to lose her mind. There was something about the combination of the water hitting her with full force and the way Robin was fucking her that made for the strangest, most unstoppable sensation inside of her. Micky was familiar with the glorious climaxes Robin had given her thus far, but this was different. The approaching orgasm felt more inevitable, more profound, and coming from a place so deep inside her, it made Micky’s legs tremble.
Then it overtook her, and Micky’s mind went pitch-black while her muscles spasmed and the red hot tingle spread through her flesh and quaked its way through her every fiber and… what the hell? As she came to, Micky could swear she felt a hot trickle of water run down her inner thighs that didn’t spout from the showerhead. In fact, Robin had pointed the shower away from her body, and yet Micky felt something leaking from inside of her. She cast her eyes down in amazement, but there was nothing to see, really, because she was standing in the shower and everything around her was wet anyway.
Robin refitted the showerhead in its hook and wrapped her arms around Micky. “Are you okay?” she asked, her tone a little high-pitched.
“Yeah.” Micky was panting, still coming down from that strange but intensely pleasing climax. “I just, I don’t know, felt something I’ve never felt before.”
“What?” Robin insisted.
“Like trickle after trickle of fluid coming out of me while I came.”
Robin drew her lips into a small smile. She kissed Micky on the cheek. “You squirted, babe. That’s pretty amazing and a whole lot of sexy.”
“It felt great but also, well, a little confusing,” Micky admitted.
Robin nodded. “The showerhead did that to you, huh? Can’t wait to see how you react to my vibrator.” Robin kissed her full on the lips, then trailed her mouth to Micky’s ear. “Your lesbian sexual awakening is such a massive turn on for me,” she said.
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After toweling each other dry, Micky still a little dazed because of what happened in the shower, they lay in bed, and she remembered what she’d said to Robin earlier. She was going to be the boss. What had she even meant by that? It had just been an instinctive reaction to how Robin always was. So confident, so self-assured in her every move and word—not a small part of Micky’s attraction to her. And now what? Was she supposed to tie Robin’s wrists to the bedposts with a scarf hastily dug up from a drawer? She pushed all thoughts of Robin’s bound wrists, the notion of it causing a slight throb between her legs nonetheless, to the back of her mind, toppled onto her side, and ran a finger over Robin’s taut stomach.
“Would you really stay in Sydney for me?” she asked. Because long after Robin had fallen asleep, a gentle alcohol-induced purr escaping from her lips as she breathed, Micky had considered Robin’s words.
“Depends,” Robin replied, “on what that finger of yours does next.” A smirk split her lips.
Micky didn’t have that much experience with falling in love, but there was no doubt they were in the depths of that phase she read about in every women’s magazine. The early stages of a brand new relationship, where love and lust blended into an ever-present compulsion to touch each other, to please each other, to be with each other every second of the day.
“Ah, so it’s a sex thing,” Micky said, pretending to be offended.
“As I said before, you’re my insatiable vixen, my sexy cougar. All jokes aside, Micky, I love your voracious hunger for me. I love that how much you want me is so visible on your face. Truth be told, I love that I’m your first woman, that I’m the one who makes you feel this way.” She followed up with a giggle. “And I especially love that you squirted for me.”
Micky shook her head. She didn’t say anything. She figured that anything she’d say next would just elicit more innuendo and back talk from Robin. And who was she kidding, anyway? She wanted her finger to caress every inch of Robin’s skin, wanted to make it do what Robin’s finger had done to her earlier. She traced it up to Robin’s breasts, up to her nipples, and lightly skated the tip of her index finger over them. Oh, Micky knew exactly what to do to shut Robin up—and she would be plenty bossy in her own way, and torture Robin in the most delicious way in the process.