Panthera's hot bath

She steps into the tub. Water slaps her thighs, runs hot down the small of her back and over the tight swell of her ass. Suds slick her palms. She spreads them across her belly, cups each small breast, pinches her nipples until they stiffen and rise. Fingers slide lower. She parts her lips with two fingers, finds the heat between them, circles it slow. The shower sprays the inside of her legs. She tilts her hips to catch it. Every breath pulls tighter. She pushes two fingers inside, draws them out wet, pushes again. Her other hand grips the edge of the tub. Water beads on her lashes, drops into her mouth. She lets it. Her knees buckle just enough. She fucks her hand harder, faster, until the first shudder breaks her open and the second rides close behind.