Inlesbianswithistoria asked: Shower sex?
Song: "Love Me Like You Do" by Ellie Goulding
Standing in front of the mirror as the shower heated up, Historia turned to admire the new marks that had been added to her once flawless skin. New bite marks indented into her skin, and bruises coloring her hips from Ymir's tight grip. Nothing a little make up wouldn't cover in time for work the next night.
Shifting to stand on her other leg, she winced as she felt the evidence of her and Ymir's lovemaking drip down her legs. "… Gross." She groaned.
"What is?" Ymir asked, encircling her wife's narrow waist. Bending down, she kissed one of the bite marks.
"I've got everything dripping down my leg." Historia replied, leaning in to Ymir only to find something pressing into the middle of her back. "Really?"
Smirking, Ymir shrugged and stepped away, opening the curtain to their shower. "You act like you're surprised. Parading around the house naked then asking me to shower with you? What did you think would happen?"
Why was her wife so insatiable? Then again, Historia was no better.
Biting at her lip, she stepped forward and wrapped her hand around Ymir's cock and tightened her fist, pumping her wife slowly. "Okay, I didn't expect you to be up so fast again."
Ymir's head fell back with a shaky moan, grabbing her hand and pulling it away. "Get in the shower before I bend you over the sink and fuck you that way."
Raising an eyebrow, she stepped into the hot water. The feeling of the water working at her sore muscles. Not a moment later, Ymir was behind her again and her hands back on her hips, matching up perfectly with the bruises already there. It was beautiful to watch the water run down the blonde's body, soaking her to the core. The flush on her body becoming more prominent as the water warmed her skin.
Ducking into the water, Ymir reached up to tilt Historia's head back for a kiss, letting the water soak her too.
Ymir turned Historia toward her after a little longer in the water, both of her hands snaking back to grab her ass and hoist her up and out of the direct stream and against the wall. The blonde locked her legs around Ymir's hips, whimpering at the contact of Ymir's hard cock against her overly sensitive slit.
"That bad?" Ymir asked, her making their way down Historia's neck with lazy open-mouthed kisses.
Historia combed her hands through Ymir's wet locks, slowly grinding herself against Ymir's length, slowly getting used to the feel again. "We went at it two times— Yeah, I'm a little sore!"
"Enough to stop?"
"Hell no." Historia laughed breathlessly, reaching down to grab Ymir's cock to line it up to her entrance. "Just be easy on me," she warned as her wife slid in as deep as she could, causing the hand in her hair to tighten and her blonde lover moan her name under her breath.
Ymir kept still for a while, her lips attacking Historia's throat with gentle kisses and nips, giving out a hiss as the walls surrounding her cock fluttered. It was too easy to work Historia's body the way she wanted. Pulling back, she glanced between them at where they were joined. The contrast between her own dark skin and the red tinted skin of her lover made her length twitch, begging to thrust into the blonde.
Capturing Historia's lips, she pulled back a few inches, and started a slow and lazy pace as she ignored the slight pain in her lower back from holding her up. This was more important. She could rest later.
Historia closed her eyes, focusing on the slow build of her orgasm with every thrust from Ymir. She was sensitive, and the deep, slow thrusts was exactly what her body needed. With every thrust Ymir would grind a little deeper, her pelvis rubbing against Historia's clit. Her nails dug into Ymir's shoulders, leaving small crescent moon indents in their wake, like the bite marks on Historia's throat.
They were marks of ownership. Only Ymir could make Historia this sore, and only Historia could wear Ymir out so completely.
The longer their kiss went on, the more frenzied each thrust became, leaving little space and time to trust, turning into short thrusts and grinding into one another. Historia's little pants nearly breaking the kiss as Ymir groaned.
Ymir was losing the pace, her fingers digging into the purple blooms under Historia's skin. Between the hot water rushing between them and the slick heat of Historia, she wasn't going to last much longer. And by the way Historia was arching and clamping down around her length, she wasn't going to either.
Moving back and holding Historia's hips out only a tad, the water redirected to rush over her clit, the thrusts brushing her g-spot repeatedly. Historia broke the kiss first, dragging her nails down Ymir's shoulder as she came for a third time that night, triggering Ymir's orgasm and final thrust. Holding Historia as tight to her as possible, she shuddered as she came, filling the little blonde again.
Ymir kissed Historia again, the kisses lasting longer and getting lazier as each new one started until Historia gave a soft groan. "Can we actually shower now?" She snickered, only to whimper as Ymir removed her limp cock from Historia and backed up only a step to ease the blonde down.
"You're the one that started this, shorty." She teased, pulling her back into the water stream so they could clean off and Historia could clean herself out. "But I love these showers the most."
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