Bath for Two

Two bodies slip into the same water. Gina reaches first, sliding her palm over Ivy's breast until the nipple hardens under her thumb. Ivy answers by parting Gina's thighs with her knee, fingers already stroking through slick heat beneath the surface. Slow laps become sharper circles. Gina arches, a low sound leaving her throat as Ivy sinks two fingers deeper. The water sloshes in steady rhythm, each thrust measured, each moan matched. Ivy twists her wrist and Gina answers, clutching at the slick rim of the tub while she works her own hand between Ivy's legs in return. Breasts press close, wet skin sliding, breath coming faster against open mouths. They push harder, grinding palms against swollen clits until the pace frays. Ivy comes first, thighs clamping tight around Gina's wrist, a sharp cry cutting through steam. Gina follows seconds later, hips jerking, knuckles white against porcelain, the heat inside her spilling out in tight, pulsing waves that leave both of them trembling and still joined beneath the surface.