“Won’t you drown?” I asked, looking down at him and laughing.

“It’s a chance I’m willing to take,” he said, and bent his head.

I sighed as he touched his tongue to my clit, my legs instantly wobbling. Holding the wall for support, I let the water run over my shoulders, closed my eyes and gave in to pleasure. His arms encircled my buttocks, and one finger worked its way into my butt crack, gently teasing my anus. It was wet, warm and wonderful…

This is an extract from Wet Week, an erotic story found exclusively at For The Girls.