Whispers in the Steam (🍋)

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Another beautiful day in Paris, France. Vesta hummed softly while showering, the warm water cascading over her. As she finished and stepped out, some soapy water stung her eyes. She blinked a few times, clearing her vision, and there stood Piper. Her dark skin glowed softly in the dim light of the bathroom, and her radiant smile took Vesta's breath away. Long braids framed her shoulders, and Vesta admired every inch of her.

Piper leaned against the doorframe, clad in a robe. Vesta felt a blush creep onto her cheeks as she pretended not to notice, though it was a losing battle. Piper's soft laughter filled the air as she handed Vesta a towel to wipe the soap from her face. Once the haze cleared, the tension between them only intensified.

In an unexpected move, Piper pushed Vesta gently against the nearest wall, showering her with tender kisses.

Vesta's heart raced as Piper's lips claimed hers in a passionate kiss. The cool tile wall pressed against her back, grounding her amidst the whirlwind of emotions. Her hands instinctively found purchase on Piper's robe, fingers curling into the fabric as if to anchor herself to reality.

When Piper finally pulled back, Vesta's chest heaved with each shaky breath. Brown eyes, still glazed with desire, met Piper's gaze. "P-Piper..." she managed to whisper, voice trembling slightly. The air between them crackled with unspoken words and yearning. Vesta's mind reeled, struggling to process the sudden intensity of their interaction. Yet, deep down, a part of her thrilled at the boldness, craving more of these electrifying moments shared with the captivating woman before her.

"Mmm," Piper hummed in approval, her hazel eyes gleaming with desire as she ran her fingers through Vesta's wet hair, tucking a loose strand behind her ear. "I've been wanting to do that all morning," she confessed, her voice husky as she traced a line down Vesta's jaw with her thumb, leaving goosebumps in its wake.

Vesta shivered under Piper's gentle touch, her skin tingling where those skilled fingers grazed. "Oh?" she breathed, tilting her head to grant easier access. The intimate gesture sent a thrill coursing through her veins. "And what else have you been... craving?" Vesta asked, her tone playful yet laced with curiosity. She bit her lower lip, peering up at Piper through her lashes, a coy smile playing on her own. The atmosphere pulsed with anticipation, the promise of forbidden delights hanging precariously in the balance.

Piper's fingers lingered softly on Vesta's cheek, drawing closer until her breath warmed Vesta's ear. With a teasing whisper, she murmured, "Every part of you," before playfully nibbling at Vesta's neck. Her grip tightened around Vesta's bare hips, a mix of tenderness and desire.

Vesta's body responded instantly to Piper's bold declaration, a soft moan escaping her parted lips. Her pulse quickened as Piper's teeth grazed her sensitive skin, sending jolts of pleasure through her. "Please," Vesta whispered, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. She arched subtly into Piper's touch, craving more of that intoxicating sensation.

With a delicate hand, Vesta reached up to cradle Piper's face, guiding her lips back to meet hers in a searing kiss. Their tongues danced together, the heat between them escalating rapidly. Vesta's other hand slid down Piper's arm, her fingertips tracing the contours of her muscles, eager to explore every inch of the captivating woman who held her captive in this moment of raw passion.

Piper groaned softly against Vesta's lips, her hands wandering lower to grasp Vesta's thighs, pulling her closer. After the shared kiss, a string of saliva connects the two for a brief moment. Piper pulls back, a grin spreading across her face, and she takes a soft, satisfied sigh. She begins to plant a trail of small kisses along Vesta's neck, eliciting quiet whimpers and moans. Her lips continue their descent, finding their way to Vesta's breasts, she lavishes each one with care, sucking gently and drawing out even more moans from the responsive body beneath her.

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