I washed her there with the same thorough attention I gave everything else. My fingers slid through slick folds that had nothing to do with soap and water. She was still swollen from earlier, still sensitive, and when I brushed her clit she jolted like I'd electrocuted her, a sharp gasp escaping her lips. Her hips bucked against my hand, seeking more contact, more pressure.
"Satori..." My name came out strangled. Desperate. A prayer and a curse rolled into one.
I could feel her starting to lose it. Her legs were shaking. Her head fell back against my shoulder. Her hands scrabbled for purchase on my forearms, nails digging in, leaving crescent-shaped indents that matched the ones already scattered across my body. Her breathing became erratic, short little gasps that steamed in the hot shower air.
Just as she was about to come apart, I pulled back, removing my hand despite her desperate attempt to hold it in place.
