When Arlette finally came down from her high, she lifted herself off the ground, sitting up with her hands still in Caius's hair. Only now she no longer rubbed at his scalp erratically but rather soothingly. Caressing him until she had her thumbs stroking his face and marveling at the very shape of it.
Her chest rose and fell and she occasionally shivered as vestiges of her climaxes traveled through her spine and to her extremities.
When Caius finally pulled away from between her legs to look up at Arlette's face, he was met with a brilliant smile. She slid across the edge of the bath until she sank back into the water, so she was at the required height with his body to wrap her arms around his neck and press their lips together.
