Kennedi stood in front of the full-length mirror, the late afternoon sun spilling through the half-drawn blinds and painting gold streaks across her bare skin. The black lace teddy she’d just slipped into clung to her curves like a second skin, the sheer panels teasing more than they covered. She bit her lower lip, turning to check the way the fabric dipped between her ass cheeks—perfect—before her fingers trailed down to adjust the neckline, just low enough to hint at the swell of her breasts.
A soft snore rumbled from the bedroom down the hall. Derrick, passed out cold after his early shift, oblivious to the fact that she was over here debating between sexy and fuck-me-now. She smirked. He’d have opinions if he were awake—probably involving peeling the lace off her with his teeth. The memory of his hands on her last week, pinning her wrists above her head while his mouth worked magic between her thighs, sent a warm pulse straight to her clit. 'Focus, Ken.' This was about the date, not about how good Derrick’s tongue felt when he—
The shower called to her. A quick rinse to cool off, maybe take the edge off this restless energy humming under her skin. She stripped out of the teddy, leaving it pooled on the bathroom tile, and twisted the knob. Steam billowed up almost instantly, fogging the glass as she stepped under the spray. The water sluiced over her, hot and heavy, tracing the same paths Derrick’s fingers had just days ago when he’d pressed her into the mattress and whispered filthy promises against her ear.
Her breath hitched. Goddamn it.
Kennedi reached for the shampoo, but her gaze snagged on the sleek, purple silicone resting against the soap dish—her favorite dildo, still slick with lube from the last time she’d used it. Derrick must’ve left it there after cleaning up, the sneaky bastard. He knew her too well. Knew how she’d react to finding it waiting for her, all innocent-like, as if it hadn’t been him who’d talked her into buying the damn thing in the first place. "You deserve to get off whenever you want, baby," he’d murmured, voice rough with arousal as he’d watched her test it out for the first time.
Her fingers curled around the toy, the weight familiar, the ridges already making her pulse. Fuck the date. Fuck pretending she wasn’t aching for release. Kennedi braced one hand against the tile, the other guiding the dildo between her thighs. She didn’t bother with buildup—just pressed the tip against her entrance and sank down with a shuddering moan. The stretch was perfect, the angle hitting that sweet spot inside her that made her toes curl.
"Oh, fuck," she gasped, her free hand dropping to her clit. The water pounded against her back, the heat almost too much, but she chased it, rocking her hips in slow, deep circles. She imagined it was Derrick behind her, his cock thick and heavy as he fucked her against the shower wall, his breath hot on her neck as he growled, "That’s it, take it like a good girl." The fantasy sent her spiraling, her fingers working faster, her pussy clenching around the toy like it was starving for more.
The orgasm crashed over her without warning, her legs trembling as she came with a choked cry, her nails scraping against the tile. The dildo slipped from her grip, thudding against the shower floor as she sagged forward, panting. The water rinsed the evidence away, but the throb between her thighs lingered, insistent.
Kennedi turned off the shower, wrapping a towel around herself with a lazy grin. She’d have to pick out another outfit—this one was definitely ruined. As she padded back into the bedroom, she caught sight of Derrick sprawled across the bed, one arm flung above his head, the sheet barely covering his hips. The outline of his cock was unmistakable, half-hard even in sleep.
She bit her lip. Maybe she’d wake him up after all. Just to say hello.