I kissed down her collarbone, letting my lips trail after a bead of water gliding along her skin. I followed that drop like it was a map to heaven—down the hollow of her throat, over the swell of her chest—until I caught it with my tongue, slow and deliberate.
And that's when her legs finally gave out.
She gasped and grabbed for me like she needed something to survive it, her fingers digging into my shoulders. I let her fall into me, hands leaving her wrists to wrap around her waist, guiding her body like it belonged to me already. My thumbs slid under her top, teasing the soft, heated skin just above her hips.
That's when she moaned.
"Ahhhhhh~~~~"
Holy fuck.
That sound was the kind of thing you could sell to the gods. Raw and cracked open. Like the sound of someone waking up after years of numbness. Like she didn't know if it hurt or healed—but she didn't care either way.
I wanted to make her do it again. And again. And again, until the walls remembered her moans echos.
