Wet
I hold you underneath the water stream, thoroughly wetting our bodies. Pulling you closer, my dark stubble scratches your neck as my mouth nibbles and kisses your shoulder, with water dripping from our skin.Pulling back, I lather my hands with lavender-scented soap and suds your neck and shoulders, massaging the tension from your muscles. You are wound tight with anticipation. As my fingertips work their magic on your neck, I see your shoulders drop, surrendering to my touches. "Good girl," I...
Watersports