My hand drifted lower, fingers brushing my folds. I shouldn't—Dad was probably pacing in the kitchen—but the temptation was too strong.
I leaned against the wall, water pounding my back, and slid two fingers inside myself. It was nothing compared to the toys, but it eased the edge.
I pumped them slowly, circling my c**t with my thumb, biting my lip to stifle the moans.
"Ezra," I breathed, eyes squeezed shut. In my head, he was there, stepping into the shower with me, his hard body pressing against mine.
He'd grab my wrist, replace my fingers with his c**k, thrusting deep while the water sluiced between us. "That's it, take it all," he'd growl, his breath hot on my neck.
The fantasy built quickly, my fingers moving faster, the slick soap making everything glide.
My knees weakened, ple
