Tales of Secret Desire in grinding on you

Rose petals float around her in "grinding on you" as warm water laps at bare skin. One hand cups a breast, the other disappears beneath bubbles. "grinding on you" catches the exact moment her eyes flutter shut, lips parting on a silent "oh". Fingers move beneath the surface, building speed while her free hand grips the tub’s edge. Water sloshes with every thrust of her hips chasing friction. She whispers "grinding on you" like a secret, louder and louder until the word becomes a scream. The orgasm ripples through her like the water itself, back arching clear of the surface, crying "grinding on you" as waves of pleasure make the bath overflow. 244 words.