Beaver Hunt #3 - Part 4

She stands under the spray with one foot on the shower bench. Her left hand pins her shoulder against the wet tile; her right moves between spread thighs, two fingers gliding easily inside. The shower head is angled so the water beats against her clit with every stroke. She opens herself more with her thumb, and her hips roll forward to meet the pressure. Her nipples tighten, the water runs slick between her breasts. The thumb finds her clit, rubs in tight circles until a soft moan escapes her mouth. The hand pumping inside curls, finds the spot that makes her knees dip. She stays right there, riding each pass until her stomach tightens and her walls clench hard around her fingers. When her thighs stop shaking she turns the water off, wraps the towel around her waist, and walks into the bedroom still dripping. He is already hard, cock thick and flushed against his stomach. She drops the towel, slides onto the bed, and takes him in her mouth once—just once—to get him wet. Then she turns, holds the head of his cock at her entrance and sinks down until her ass meets his thighs. He stretches her, fills her to the hilt. She rocks, grinding the base of him against her earlier orgasm, and starts to ride harder, the water still running down her spine in faint lines.