Emma regained her composure, allowing her breathing to return to something approaching normal as the water continued to caress her figure. She listened, trying to figure out where Rob had gone, her neck stretching backwards as her hands glided effortlessly over her curves. She turned off the shower, grabbed a towel from the hook outside the enclosure, wrapped it around herself and set off to get payback.
She wondered through the house, looking for Rob. She chose not to call him; moving slowly and quietly in her bare feet, she sought her lover. As she turned the corner at the bottom of the stairs, she spied him in the kitchen, leaning against the worktop. His towel was wrapped around his waist, tucked in on his right side. Droplets of water were still glistening on his shoulders, his wet hair was pushed back from his forehead, and the last vestiges of his recent erection were just visible under the towel.
As Emma's bare feet padded onto the cold tiles of the kitchen floor, Rob barely looked up from his phone. He was well aware she was there; he'd caught the bright yellow of her towel as she crossed from the stairs, but he was in mischievous mood. As Emma walked past him, she flicked out a hand an untucked the corner of his towel, leaving it to fall open around his legs, but remaining pinned to the worktop by his backside.
"Oops," she muttered as she continued to the fridge.
"I guess I deserved that," he said, inhaling sharply as the cold air surrounded him and caused his butt cheeks to tense.
"Yes, you sod. Don't think I'm going forget about that for a while! You've got some making up to do!"
As Emma reached towards an upper cupboard for a glass, Rob twisted to stand behind her. His hands parked themselves on her hips. She paused, her hands flat on the cupboard, rising on her toes and pushing her ass towards him.
