When his palm cupped the lush swell of her ass beneath the surface, she gasped into his mouth—not from fear, but from a startled need that made her arch closer, her hips pressing instinctively toward his touch.
Lor took his time, savoring her in the water's embrace: slow, firm squeezes, his thumbs gliding along the tender line where her thighs began, his fingers mapping the slickness that wasn't just from the bath but from her growing arousal.
"Turn around," he murmured, his voice thick with desire, rough at the edges. "Sit back against me."
Nellie nodded, her movements careful but eager, turning in the tub until her back fit snugly against his chest, her hips settling between his thighs.
Her damp hair, freed from its braids, clung to her shoulders, leaving her nape bare and vulnerable.
Lor gathered her hair over one shoulder and pressed a slow, lingering kiss to the exposed skin, the warmth of his lips drawing a soft sigh from her.
