The soft morning light streamed through the curtains, casting a warm glow across the room as Estelle stirred awake. Her body ached in the best way possible, a dull but delicious soreness that reminded her of everything that had happened the night before. She blinked her eyes open, a small smile tugging at her lips as the memories flooded back—Celeste’s touch, her voice, the way she had made Estelle feel like the only person in the world.
Turning her head, Estelle’s gaze fell on Celeste, who was already awake, propped up on one elbow, watching her with a smirk playing on her lips. She looked effortlessly beautiful—her dark hair slightly tousled, her eyes still carrying that same intensity from the night before.
“Good morning, sleepyhead,” Celeste murmured, her voice low and teasing. “How do you feel?”
Estelle shifted under the covers, feeling a wave of heat rush through her as she stretched. The soreness in her muscles was a reminder of just how thoroughly Celeste had taken care of her, and she couldn’t help but blush.
“Sore,” Estelle admitted with a soft laugh, biting her lip as she turned to face Celeste. “In the best way.”
Celeste’s smirk deepened, her fingers brushing lightly over Estelle’s arm. “That’s to be expected,” she said, her tone playful but filled with satisfaction. “You kept up pretty well, but I knew you’d be feeling it this morning.”
Estelle let out a small laugh, though she could feel her cheeks flushing with heat. The intensity of the night before still lingered between them, and the way Celeste was looking at her now—teasing, possessive—made her body tingle all over again.
“Did I wear you out?” Celeste asked, her voice low as she leaned in closer, her lips brushing against Estelle’s ear. “You can admit it. You’re not used to this kind of… attention.”
Estelle’s breath hitched, her heart racing at the teasing tone in Celeste’s voice. “I might need a little… recovery time,” she murmured, her voice soft but filled with heat.
Celeste chuckled, pulling back just enough to meet Estelle’s gaze, her eyes gleaming with amusement. “I figured. But lucky for you, I know just how to help with that.”
Before Estelle could ask what she meant, Celeste slipped out of bed, the sheet falling away as she moved. Estelle’s eyes widened, her breath catching as she took in the sight of Celeste—completely bare, her confidence radiating in every step she took toward the ensuite bathroom.
Celeste glanced back over her shoulder, her lips curving into a wicked smile. “Care to join me in the shower?”
Estelle didn’t need to be asked twice. With a playful grin, she threw the covers off and followed Celeste into the bathroom, her body still tingling from the night before. The bathroom was sleek and modern, just like the rest of Celeste’s apartment, and the large glass shower stood in the center, already steaming as Celeste turned on the water.
Estelle felt her pulse quicken as Celeste stepped into the shower, the water cascading over her skin in a way that made Estelle’s mouth go dry. She was captivating, and Estelle couldn’t tear her eyes away as she watched Celeste run her hands through her wet hair, her movements slow and deliberate, as though she knew exactly what effect she was having.
“Are you just going to stand there and stare?” Celeste teased, her voice light but filled with heat. “Or are you going to join me?”
Estelle blinked, snapping out of her daze as she quickly, stepped into the shower with a soft gasp as the hot water hit her skin. The steam enveloped them, making everything feel hazy and intimate as Estelle moved closer to Celeste, her body already responding to the heat between them.
Celeste’s hands found her waist, pulling her close as the water poured over them, and Estelle couldn’t help but let out a soft sigh as their bodies pressed together. The sensation of Celeste’s wet skin against hers was intoxicating, and Estelle felt her breath hitch as Celeste’s fingers trailed lightly down her back.
“Still sore?” Celeste asked, her voice low and teasing as her lips brushed against Estelle’s neck.
Estelle nodded, her voice catching in her throat. “A little.”
Celeste chuckled softly, her hands sliding up Estelle’s sides in a slow, deliberate motion. “Good,” she murmured. “I like knowing I’ve left an impression.”
Estelle shivered under Celeste’s touch, her body already responding to the gentle teasing. “You’ve definitely left an impression,” she whispered, her lips brushing against Celeste’s collarbone as her fingers traced patterns on Celeste’s wet skin.
Celeste’s smirk deepened, her hands moving lower, brushing over the curve of Estelle’s hips as she leaned in closer, her lips grazing the sensitive spot just below Estelle’s ear. “Let me take care of you,” she whispered, her voice sending shivers down Estelle’s spine. “I promised to make you feel good, didn’t I?”
Estelle’s breath came in short gasps as Celeste’s hands roamed over her body, the hot water heightening every sensation. The teasing touches, the gentle kisses, everything about this moment felt like a continuation of the intimacy they had shared the night before. But it wasn’t rushed or frantic. It was slow, deliberate, and filled with a tenderness that made Estelle’s heart swell.
“You’re still blushing,” Celeste teased, her lips hovering just above Estelle’s as their bodies pressed together under the stream of water. “Is it because of what we did last night… or what you’re thinking about right now?”
Estelle swallowed hard, her cheeks heating even more as she looked into Celeste’s eyes, the playful glint there making her pulse race. “Maybe both,” she admitted, her voice soft but filled with heat.
Celeste chuckled, her fingers brushing lightly over Estelle’s lower back as she leaned in to kiss her again, slow and deep, their bodies moving together in a rhythm that was both familiar and electrifying.
The steam from the shower swirled around them, making everything feel more intimate, more intense, as their hands roamed over each other’s bodies, exploring, teasing. Estelle felt her heart race, her body aching with the same need she had felt the night before, but this time it was different. This time it wasn’t just about the desire—it was about the connection, the intimacy they shared.
As Celeste’s lips trailed down her neck, Estelle let out a soft moan, her fingers tangling in Celeste’s wet hair as she gave herself over to the sensation. The heat, the water, the closeness—it was all consuming, and Estelle felt herself being swept up in it completely.
“You’re beautiful,” Celeste murmured against her skin, her voice filled with genuine admiration. “And I’m going to make sure you know that… every single day.”
Estelle’s heart swelled at the words, and for a moment, she forgot about the soreness, forgot about the teasing. All she could think about was how good it felt to be here, with Celeste, in this moment.
As the water cascaded over them, their bodies moving together under the steam, Estelle realized that this was more than just a morning after. This was the beginning of something deeper, something real. And she was ready for it.
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