Relaxing bath

She steps into the warm bath, sinking down until the water laps at her bare breasts. Her nipples tighten from the heat. She lets her legs part beneath the surface and the soft bubbles part with them. One hand drifts lower, fingers sliding between her thighs, stroking slow circles against her clit until she sighs. Blonde hair clings damp to her shoulders. She keeps her legs open, stroking herself in steady rhythm, breath quickening each time her fingers press harder. The water rocks against her skin. She arches, hips tilting, chasing the heat building deep inside her. Her other hand cups one breast, thumb teasing the stiff nipple as her strokes grow faster. A soft moan slips out. She bites her lip, then lets it go, the sound louder now. Tension coils tight. Her thighs tremble. She rubs faster, clit slick under her fingers, chasing that sharp edge. Her climax hits hard and sudden. Her body pulses, back pressing against the porcelain as the waves roll through her. She stays there, legs still spread, breath slowing, fingers lazy now, enjoying the last gentle aftershocks.