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Meredith stepped into the shower with the hot pink dildo in hand. She grinned at seeing that Addison had already been under the spray, and now she was leaning against the wall in wait.
Addison bit her lip, her core aching for that stupid toy. A whole drawer full of luxuriously designed sex toys, and her weakness was a simple silicone one. It had been a surprise to receive it as a wedding gift; if Addison had to guess it had to have been Cristina who anonymously sent it. But she didn’t care who gave it to them. It was a simple design, but it hit her in all the right places.
And shower sex, Addison sighed. Something about the water relentlessly spraying them clean while they got dirty was her kryptonite. She licked her lips, her gaze heavy, as she watched Meredith clean the dildo with a practiced hand. It had been Meredith’s suggestion to keep a cleaner in the shower, it made for easier playtime.
Meredith finished cleaning it, a fresh scent filled the air, she turned to Addison—a wicked gleam in her eyes. She asked, “Are you going to be my good girl, Addie?”
Her blue eyes darkened—uselessly she nodded—but knowing Meredith wanted her words, she choked out, “Yes.”
“Do you want this?” She gestured to her with the dildo.
Her mouth watered, “Please.”
Meredith brought the dildo to Addison’s chin, “Did you want to wet it before I put it in your pussy?”
Addison nodded enthusiastically, her lips parted and Meredith set it on her tongue. Closing her mouth around the dildo, she softly sucked, her cheeks hollowing. She could feel herself making a mess between her legs with each suck, playing with it, she swirled her tongue around the ridges of the tip. She let it hit the back of her throat, slightly gagging on the length, she moaned prettily around it.
Meredith chuckled, she pulled it back, a string of saliva connecting the tip to her wife’s lips. It broke, falling onto her chin.
Wiping her mouth with the back of her hand; Addison eyed the wet dildo, her walls fluttered around nothing. She wanted it inside and to feel full.
Meredith slowly dragged it between Addison’s breasts, her breath picking up.
“Mer, please.” She begged, placing her hands on Meredith’s hips, and thrust her hips against hers. She was already trembling in anticipation. “I need more.”
Meredith slipped a hand between them, and she cupped her dripping pussy. “Oh, Addie, you’re so wet for me. You’re dripping onto my fingers. You’re so needy.”
She whined, “For you.”
“And for your favorite toy?” She questioned; smirking because she already knew the answer.
Face heating up, she mumbled, “Yes.”
Meredith tucked wet strands behind her ear, leaning forward her breath hot against her, “Turn around, and put your hands against the wall.”
Addison obeyed, the tiles cold against her palms, she stuck her ass out. Teasingly, she wiggled her hips at her wife.
Meredith groaned, she lightly swatted a cheek. She held her hip, her fingers dug into the mark she had left earlier.
Grinning, Addison pressed her face against the wall tiles. Meredith was in a playful mood, it spelled a good time for her.
Molding herself behind Addison, her hips cradling her ass. She lowly whispered into her ear, she asked, “Ready?”
Addison nodded, “I’m ready.” She spread her legs wider.
Meredith kissed her flushed cheek, pulling away, she brought the dildo from behind and between Addison’s legs. She slowly dragged it along her folds, wet with her juices.
Addison closed her eyes, moaning, as the tip bumped her swollen clit. She greedily rolled her hips back, seeking more friction.
She swatted at her hip with her freehand. “Be patient,” she scolded.
Frustrated, Addison pitifully whined, she tried to stay still. She really did, but she couldn’t help the tiny thrusts she made with each slow drag along her folds. “Mer,” she pleaded.
Kissing her shoulder, she changed the angle, she slowly pushed the dildo in.
Addison huffed, her eyes slowly closed shut, walls fluttering at the intrusion. She stretched around the toy, each inch just added to her pleasure. She clenched around it, moaning at being full.
Meredith angled the toy to hit her g-spot, she purposefully chose a slow rhythm to drive her wild. Addison liked to be fucked hard with this particular toy, and Meredith denied her.
Addison gasped. She arched her back, trying to entice her wife to speed up. To her dismay, she kept the same pace. Slow, purposeful, and with no real power behind it. “I know—I know what you’re doing.”
“Oh Addie,” she cooed, “And what am I doing to you?”
“Not f—fucking me hard enough.” She tried to accuse, but it came out as a whimper. “Please.”
Meredith chuckled, “I can fuck you harder, Addie baby. All you have to do is ask.” She picked up her pace, she thrust the toy harder—just enough to distract her wife.
Addison moaned, not noticing a hand leaving her hip. Her eyes were closed.
Meredith twisted her upper body behind, she spotted the handheld showerhead. Addison had been insistent about changing it out from a standard one, and she had refused to elaborate on why. Meredith had not been born yesterday, she knew exactly why her wife wanted one. The few times Addison had showered longer than normal had been a dead giveaway. After those solo showers, her mood had greatly improved, a rosy glow on her cheeks, and a spring in her step. Meredith let her keep it a secret…well, until today.
Grabbing the detachable showerhead from its hook, she turned the dial, some of the water diverted to the showerhead. Aiming it away from the clueless redhead, she clumsily switched the spray with one hand to a pulsating massage. It wasn’t at full strength but she knew Addison would love the surprise.
Addison whined, displeased at the lack of rhythm, “Mer, please.”
Meredith quietly snickered to herself, she brought the showerhead around the front of Addison. She aimed it at her, the water mercilessly raining pleasure on her clit.
Her eyes shot open, yelping, her fingers trying to find purchase on the steamy tile. Not finding it, she pushed into the wall. She was still, not sure what she wanted more. The showerhead or the dildo, two of her favorite things combined together had her aching with indecisiveness.
“Mer,” she choked out. Her hips froze, the water was hitting in a really good spot. It made her walls unconsciously clench harder around the dildo, she wasn’t sure what she wanted to angle toward. It was a pleasurable torture and an impossible choice.
Meredith chose for her, whispering in her ear, “I’ll angle the water for you, just the way you love. Chase your pleasure, baby.”
Addison blushed, breathlessly, she thrusted back onto the dildo—it slid along her walls, deliciously hitting her g-spot. “Fuck, Mer.” It always felt like Meredith just knew where to find that spot with the toy. She was a mastermind and could play her like a fiddle. Meredith had learned a long time ago what Addison needed to come, and she was better at it then her.
Meredith was true to her word, the showerhead moved in time with each thrust backwards, it was hitting the spot she loved so much on her clit.
But it could be even better.
Addison sneaked a hand down to her mound, to pull her hood away, so the water was directly pulsating on her swollen clit. Addison was in heaven, she pathetically whimpered from the sheer pleasure. She was trembling like a leaf, shockwaves were hitting her. She was falling apart at the seams with each breath.
Meredith moaned, she was regretting not getting the harness that came with the toy—chafing be damned. It would’ve been worth it to rut into her from behind. Her hips pressing into her wife’s ass with each thrust, the base of it rubbing her clit. Coming together was Meredith’s favorite part when they brought a sex toy into the mix of their love making. She knew Addison was close, she was shaking in need.
Letting her natural raspy voice come out, she sweetly asked, “Are you going to be my good girl and come for me?”
Addison cried out, “Yes.”
“You’re so close,” she observed.
She nodded, her mouth opened several times before a word finally came out. Stuttering, she begged, “Pl—please…” she trailed off, unable to finish her plea when a rough thrust took her words from her. She was pent up with lust and wanted to come again. Her earlier orgasms had simply been a warmup, this was the main course meal and she wanted to dig her teeth into it.
“It’s okay, baby, you can come for me. Be my good girl.”
Her words tipped Addison over the edge. She jerked, her hips stuttering, no longer in time with Meredith. Her mouth opened in a silent scream, closing her eyes, she was lost in the wave of pleasure. It pulled her under, hitting her hard.
She gasped, her walls contracted around the toy, her muscles tried to push it out, but Meredith didn’t let that happen. She continued thrusting the toy much to Addison’s delight. She just took it.
“Suck me in, baby.” She said, and she bit her earlobe.
Addison whimpered, obeying her wife, she clenched—pretending it was Meredith she was fluttering around.
Her wobbly legs barely supported her, she leaned further into the wall. Addison brought her hand back up near her face. She dug her nails into the grout, trying to grip the wall, but she kept slipping. Meredith slowly stopped moving and simply held it inside her. Letting her feel full and flutter around the toy. The showerhead continued its unrelenting pleasure.
She could feel another wave building, this one was hurtling at breakneck speed. “Mer,” she whined. “I can’t—”
“Addie baby, yes you can, I believe in you. Come for me, I want you to come again.”
“Mer, Mer, Mer…” she chanted.
Another orgasm hit her, she screamed as she fell over the edge, her wife’s name on her lips. Her thighs shook as she spasmed around the toy.
After a minute, a quiet whine hit the air. She tried to squirm away, but there was nowhere to go. Meredith had trapped her between the tiles and her warm body. It was simply too much.
Meredith smiled, feeling incredibly proud because she did that to her wife. Knowing she was overstimulated, she took the showerhead away. She kissed her flushed cheek, she softly whispered, “Here you take my cock for a moment.”
Blindly, she reached down to hold it in place. Her eyes widened, she asked, “Yours?”
“Yes, you’re the one who gets railed with this one.” She answered. “You go crazy for it, just one look and you’re a goner.”
She couldn't dispute it because it was true.
Meredith admired her wife for a moment, the shaky legs, tiny helpless thrusts from the aftershocks, a lovely flush had overtaken her—Meredith knew that it had spread down her neck and to her chest. She looked deliciously wrecked and she wasn’t done with her yet.
Grinning, she turned the dial, the flow stopped and she hung the showerhead back on its hook.
Stretching her shoulder, her eyes traced the muscles in her back, her shoulder blades jutted out. Wrapping her arms around her waist she took some of Addison’s weight, kissing her spine. Her lips trailed to the left, she licked along the skin, drawing a gasp from Addison.
Smirking against soft skin, she darted her tongue out, licking under her shoulder blade. Moaning Meredith, sucked a hickey, she dug her teeth when Addison arched into it.
Addison cried out, her back was so sensitive, she loved it when Meredith played with her. The few times they had played with soy wax candles had been an experience. She sighed.
Meredith had painted a picture, each drop of the wax on her back had ratcheted her lust up higher. Then the peeling…
She was dragged back into the present when Meredith moved her hair. “I can take over, baby, you were so good for me.” She praised, kissing up her neck, her hand reaching between Addison’s legs. Their hands met, and Meredith took over.
Addison sputtered at the praise, unconsciously her walls fluttered again. Pushing her hips back, silently asking for more. She could feel fresh arousal pooling in her belly; she wanted more.
Meredith thrust the dildo, slowly picking up her pace. After the rough pounding from earlier, she needed to ease her into it. Meredith released her waist. Teasingly, she dropped her hand lower to rub over her clit.
Addison shrieked, pulling Meredith’s hand away, even through her hood she was too sensitive. It was like a livewire being touched. She placed her wife’s hand on the soft curve of her belly, and tapped the back of her hand. “Stay.”
Meredith had not expected her reaction, she lost her balance. Once she regained it, she accidentally changed the angle.
Addison gutturally screamed; not in pain, but in pleasure. The change made it slide up higher, hitting a new spot. It felt so good, she was fuller than she had ever been. It felt amazing.
She babbled, “So good, so good, so—,” she cut herself off with a moan, her eyes slipping shut.
Meredith frowned, she felt something bumping the hand on her belly. It was a thrusting movement against her palm. Eyes widening, she realizes what it was.
She quietly moaned, her chin dug into Addison’s shoulder. She was feeling the toy thumping against her hand through her body. It was hot. She idly wondered if could see the movement too.
Even though the haze of her pleasure, her walls clenching around the toy, she could tell Meredith had zoned out. Normally, Meredith was talking to her, her hot breath in her ear. She frowned, she had placed her away from her clit, but what was it still doing on her stomach? If Meredith had a free hand, it would always wander up to her breasts or even try to sneak back down to rub her clit again. Then she noticed her hand was pressing into her skin almost out of rhythm.
Meredith had impeccable rhythm when it came to sex, she was always on beat. What was she doing?
Her clinical brain connected the dots, Addison could feel the toy was deeper. It was hitting up higher, near her cervix…Meredith must be able to feel the dildo hitting her palm.
Addison lustfully moaned, swallowing, she tried to string a whole sentence together. Stuttering, she asked, “C–can you f–feel it?”
Meredith nodded, “Yeah, it’s hot.” She pressed her hand harder against her belly—her nails digging in— it met her palm each time.
Addison dropped a hand down to her clit, she rubbed the left side with what was now a practiced skill—Meredith had taught her how. She fought through the overstimulation, she needed to come again, she was drunk on pleasure. It was all too much.
Grinding back against her wife, she spasmed with each backwards press. She circled her swollen clit roughly with her finger for a moment, her hips jerked when she went back to the left side.
Meredith swallowed her own moans, she ignored her aching desire. This was about Addison. Nothing was more important than her coming right now. She sped up the pace, “I’m going to fuck you stupid with my cock and turn you into the whining, whimpering wreck that hides behind your sharp wit.”
Addison trembled, she wanted it. She wanted to be fucked stupid by her wife.
“Good girls have to answer in order to get fucked stupid.” Meredith stopped moving the toy, and slowly started to remove it.
Addison whined, her eyes were huge—desire and lust had darkened them. “I…” she trailed off, she was lost for words.
“And good girls stop rubbing their clits to answer their wife.” Meredith pointed out.
Addison blushed but obeyed her. To stop herself from giving into temptation, she set her hand on Meredith’s, the one on her belly. She opened her mouth several times but nothing intelligible came out. She roughly swallowed, a small whine in her voice, “Mer, I—I want it.”
“You want me to fuck you stupid?” Meredith questioned, she paused halfway through removing it, and pushed it back in.
She nodded frantically, “Yes.”
“Such a good girl, using your words for me. Put your finger back on your clit. My hands are busy.” Meredith thrust the toy in and out, searching for the spot, she knew she found it again when Addison squealed and arched her back. Her fingers dug into her belly, the toy thumped her palm. She set a sharp, rough pace, one that would send her wife into oblivion.
Her walls gripped the toy, fluttering. It was deliciously deep inside, each rough plunge set her closer to the edge. Meredith was unrelenting in her need to see her come again.
Addison dropped her hand back down and roughly rubbed her clit. It had her wailing, she was so close to the edge again. Waves were crashing her shore, she could feel her pussy spasming against her finger. She just needed something.
Meredith let out a breathy moan, her wife was incredibly close. “Addie baby, come on my cock. I want you to come for me. You’re my good girl.”
Her words were the final missing piece, it sent her over the edge. Her gut tightened. Convulsing, she went under the waves of pleasure. She jerked, her rhythm lost.
Meredith fucked her through it, “Good girl.”
Addison moaned deliriously, her knees buckling, she let go of her clit to clutch at the tiles again. She writhed against her wife and her cock. Lost in her own world of sensations.
Meredith smirked against her shoulder. She laid soft kisses on her skin, slowly she brought her down from the height of her pleasure. Lazily, she thrust the toy, her wife grinded back out of sync. She wanted her to have every ounce of pleasure.
The waves pulled back, and Addison came back to reality. She gasped, it was too much. Her thighs shook, she could barely hold herself up anymore.
“I—,” she choked out, her voice thick with emotion. She felt wrecked and raw, all the layers pulled back to show her soft under belly. She was overwhelmed and needed Meredith to take over.
“It’s okay, baby, I’m here. I got you.” She carefully pulled out the dildo.
Addison whimpered when it left her body, she felt empty. Quivering, despite herself tears started falling.
Meredith rinsed the dildo of her wife’s cum from the spray of the shower. She set it on the shelf to clean it later. Addison needed her right now.
“Here, come here, Addie baby.” She helped turn her around.
She looked lost, her blue eyes out of focus, tears streaming down her face. The lines of the tiles had pressed onto her cheek, she was rosy red and looked like she had been fucked stupid. Now she needed Meredith to help pick up her shattered edges and put her back together.
Meredith tugged her into her arms and she followed without protest. Addison hid her face in her neck, throwing her arms around the blonde and rested most of her weight onto her smaller frame.
Meredith adjusted her stance, she held her, one hand cupped the back of her head, her fingers scratching her scalp. “It’s okay sweet girl, you did so good for me.” Meredith whispered sweet nothings to her.
They stayed in an embrace like that for a while.
Addison shivered, her tears had dried up, and now she was cold.
“Are you ready for me to help you get cleaned up?” She asked softly.
Addison nodded, her legs were stronger. Her edges were slowly coming back together.
Meredith kissed her forehead, her lips lingering for a moment. She loved these moments with her, Addison felt safe enough to drop her guard and feel.
After cleaning up, Meredith had planted Addison on the vanity chair. She towel dried her hair and applied her favorite body lotion. She dressed her in an oversized t-shirt and clean panties.
Meredith took aftercare seriously. In past relationships, Addison had gotten used to rolling out of bed, and on shaky legs, and walked to the bathroom to clean up—alone with no one to help guide her through it. Her partner was already asleep, unaware of her tears and the loneliness creeping in.
After the first time Addison had been fucked into sub space, Meredith had recognized it and treated her like a queen. She doted on her in a way she didn’t think anyone had really done in all her life.
Meredith showered her with love and attention. Not once was she too much for her to bear. It allowed Addison to finally relax, she felt safe to show Meredith her soft underside.
Meredith kissed her cheek, pulling her out of her thoughts. “I’m going to change the sheets. Do you want the flannel ones?”
“Yeah,” she rasped.
Meredith left a lingering kiss on the lingering imprint of the tiles. “I’ll be right back to come get you.”
Tucked into bed with clean sheets, Addison cuddled into her wife. Her head rested on her chest, listening to her heart beat. Between all the orgasms and the sub space she entered into after; she was sleepy. But then a random stray thought creeped up on her, poking her wife. “Mer, you didn’t come again.”
“Sh, it’s okay. The shower sex was about you.” She assured her, and she rubbed her back.
Turning to look up at Meredith, an adorable pout graced her features, “But I wanted to taste you.”
Meredith chuckled, “You are too tired for another round tonight.”
“I am not.” Her body then proved Meredith right, she yawned several times.
“I knew it. You can eat me out tomorrow.”
“Can I wake you up with it?” She tried, fighting a yawn, she suckled softly on her neck. Not hard enough to leave a mark, but enough to distract her.
Meredith moaned. She remembered the last time she had woken up with Addison between her legs. They had stayed in bed all morning, Addison loved to play with her food. “Fine, you can wake me up. But if you tease me for hours, there will be payback.”
Addison sleepily laughed, “You’re threatening me with a great time.”
“Go to sleep, Addie.” Meredith closed her eyes.
Addison smirked, her eyes fluttered shut. She hoped she dreamed of her wife tonight.