Settling upon his lap, she allowed herself to be tenderly dried off with the fluffy towel he held between his strong hands.
Her head bent to one side as he gingerly patted her neck and shoulders, the soft material of the towel brushing against her alabaster skin. His large hands, surprisingly gentle and sure in their administration. His dark brow furrowed in thought as he moved the baby pink bath sheet from the curve of her neck down to her tiny wrists. Leaning back against his chest, she turned her head slightly to look at him from the corners of her eyes, smiling softly to herself as she noticed the look of contentment upon his face. Between a sigh and a moan, she rested against his body, as her fingers lazily running up and down his furry, muscular thighs.
Her bottom squirming against him, she could feel his renewed need for her, pressing against her with increasing urgency. A low moan escaping from her lips, as she unconsciously rolled her hips back and forth against his hardness.
The towel he had been holding in his hands just moments before, dropped without a thought to the floor, as his hands reached around and started to tug and roll her turgid nipples between his long fingers. Lifting one hand, her arm crooked she tangled her fingers in his dark hair, before pulling his head down to hers. Her mouth eagerly seeking out his, sucking his lower lip into hers, chewing gently with her teeth, before snaking her tongue into his mouth. Grazing against his teeth, sweeping along the insides of his mouth, exploring with growing fervor.
One hand gliding from her sensitive nipple, past her tummy, to her mound. Slowly, dragging one fingertip from the top of her still swollen pussy lips, slipping just between her shaven slit, before sliding down to her entrance.
The smell of sex permeating the air, as thick as the steam from the earlier shower, rolling off their bodies, filling the large tiled bathroom.