Breathing heavily, but not from exertion, Izzy pressed her whole body tighter against Ashleigh's so that her breath was hot in her ear, her breasts flattened between them.  With one hand she wrapped her fingers in Ashleigh's wet curtain of hair, clenching her fingers possessively at the nape of her neck and gently tugging so her tongue could paint its way the length of her whole throat.  Her fingers-- expertly smooth in their insistent, delving circles-- stroked faster and deeper to draw out the pleasure in Ashleigh's body, sensing the distinct difference between the sweet lubrication of her sex and the water that cascaded down her back.  She angled her head back to watch the young woman's face as she tugged insistently at her clit with the pads of her finger and thumb before furiously rubbing the pleasure center, rolling it against the firmer flesh with urgency.<br/><br/>Their bodies pressed in the steam-bath, muscle writhing against flesh, thighs flexing, breath fast and rhythmic and deep, she was consumed in that moment, in the desire to possess and to please this girl from her core out.  Perhaps it was premature, too hurried, to eager-- but there would be more.  This wasn't ending yet.<br/><br/>"Ashleigh, you pretty little thing-- let me feel you get there," and with the ease of experience she managed to glide her middle finger inside Ashleigh's groove, delve into the tight, wet tunnel, and mercilessly roll her fingers back and forth opposing her thumb's persistent frigging of the girl's pearl.<br/><br/>Suddenly she was tensing inside, the need coiling in her like a spring, though it was Ashleigh she was focused on entirely... She was straddling the girl's thigh, squeezing their wet flesh together like a fist, unconsciously grinding along her slender, sandstone-colored leg.  The stimulation of it was pleasurable, but no distraction from what she was taking from Ashleigh's every tense and release, each sound from her throat, each quiver of her body.<br/><br/><i>I want you to make me yours.  So badly</i><br/><br/>"You are mine, Ashleigh," she answered in a hushed voice.  "And I'm going to have you."  Overwhelmed with the desire to bring her off, Izzy became focused on just how much more she could do in bed... but, after years of being a criminal, she had learned one thing through love and pain-- savor the good things while you have them, and be prepared to wait for a long, long time between.