With her fingers inside Jordan and Jordan’s tongue inside her, this moment felt like the pinnacle of her life so far. What she’d been driving towards all along, even though she’d been totally unaware of it. As Jordan clung to her, shifting her right leg up and around Abby, they rocked together as one. Abby sliding in and out. Jordan moving her hips, arching her back, crying out, then stopping, realising where she was.

Their eyes locked.

A fleeting thought of stopping before they were found out skated across Abby’s mind. But then she looked at them in the large toilet mirror. She couldn’t stop. She was in too deep. Literally and metaphorically.

Jordan grabbed Abby’s shoulders, and pulled her close to rest her head on Abby’s shoulder.

“You feel so good,” she said. She reached down and placed Abby’s thumb onto her clit. Jordan moved Abby’s thumb in small circles. She closed her eyes as she did, and let out an almost inaudible gasp. “Just like that,” she said, before removing her hand.

Abby didn’t need telling twice. As she fucked Jordan, she marvelled at the effect she had on her. Also, at her utter beauty in this moment. Abby had never felt so alive. So in the moment. So herself. She circled Jordan’s clit as instructed, picking up speed and pressure to Jordan’s movements. Jordan was perfection in her hands.

Moments later Abby curled her fingers into Jordan and watched as she toppled over the edge.

Jordan clutched Abby’s fingers inside her.

Perfection was rewritten.

Jordan panted, her cheeks flushed, her blond hair framing her face exquisitely. This was the Jordan-face she’d been dreaming about. She couldn’t believe her dreams had come true. Or that she’d joined the mile-high club in the process.

Abby pressed her lips to Jordan’s once more. Electricity flared inside her. This is what her life had been missing. She eased her fingers out, never dropping Jordan’s gaze. She had no idea what Jordan’s stare was saying, but it was loaded — with desire, with want, with questions. Abby didn’t have any answers. All she knew was that she wanted Jordan to strip off her clothes and take her right now.

Jordan pulled back after a few moments, eyeing Abby. She was still mostly naked, her hands clutching the sink. She let her head drop backwards. “Fucking hell, Abby. What are you doing to me?”

Abby had no words.

She had no idea anymore.

She ran a hand up the back of Jordan’s thigh, over her pert bum, then up her back, before kissing her breasts.

Jordan brought her gaze back to her.

“I’ve no idea,” Abby said. “But that was incredible. I want to do it again and again.”

A knock on the door interrupted their conversation.

Jordan jolted.