“Jill?” Reagan stared at Jill’s movements beneath the sheets. Jill watched her eyes widen and she licked her lips. Reagan gripped the doorframe tightly. “Join me,” she rasped before disappearing from sight.

Jill threw off the covers and rushed into the other room, sliding the glass door open and stepping into the shower behind Reagan. “What happened to needing to go?” she asked, holding Reagan’s hips and pressing into her ass. She let out a sigh at the contact and her nipples hardened against Reagan’s back.

Reagan turned and wrapped her arms around Jill’s shoulders. “I’ll tell her I was having mind-blowing sex. I think she’ll forgive me.”

“Mind-blowing, huh?” Jill whispered, cupping Reagan’s breasts and pinching her nipples until she moaned.

“Oh yeah. But I probably shouldn’t be too late, so make it quick.”

“My pleasure.” Jill moved Reagan out of the spray and up against the wall, the steam and her arousal doing enough to keep her warm. She dropped to her knees, never more thankful than now for her large shower.

After the first swipe of her tongue, Reagan plunged her hands into Jill’s hair, the tightness of her grip increasing every time Jill circled her clit. The sharp, quick pain of her hold sent a jolt of arousal to her own core. She wished she could tease her and make this last, but that would have to be for another time. If Reagan wanted to come hard and fast, then Jill would make it happen.

Judging by Reagan’s fast breaths and even louder moans, Jill sensed she was about to come and she wasn’t far behind herself. Jill slid her hand down her own stomach and between her legs and squeezed her clit between her fingers, groaning at the sensation. The vibration against Reagan’s clit made her scream and she came in Jill’s mouth. Jill increased the pace of her fingers against her own clit and came a second later. She moved her tongue in time with her fingers as they rode out their orgasms together. Reagan’s legs shook against her and she stood quickly, wrapping her arms around Reagan’s waist to keep her steady.

Jill buried her face against Reagan’s neck as Reagan grabbed her hips and pulled her close. She raised her head to place a soft kiss on Reagan’s lips. Its slow deliberateness contrasted with what had just occurred. As she pulled back, Reagan sighed. “Quick enough for you?”

“Yes.” Reagan took a deep breath. “Definitely.”

“Good,” Jill replied with a grin. She turned Reagan until she was under the spray and ran her fingers through her hair. “Now time to get clean.”

After taking turns washing each other with a few stray caresses that threatened to ignite another round, they got dressed and made their way downstairs. Reagan grabbed her bag off the counter and slung it over her shoulder.