Bruce's arms tightened around her waist, strong and steady, and he thrust upward to meet her, deep, powerful strokes that sent small waves splashing over the edge of the tub.
Water spilled onto the floor in rhythmic splatters, but neither of them cared. They were lost in each other, in the heat and the rhythm and the sheer joy of being connected like this.
Sophie moaned with every thrust, the sounds growing louder, more desperate. The overwhelming pleasure made her collapse forward onto him entirely, her soft breasts pressing flush against his chest, but Bruce only held her closer. He didn't stop, couldn't stop, driving up into her again and again, hitting that deep spot that made stars burst behind her eyes. The water's resistance meant nothing to his strength; he powered through it effortlessly, each movement precise and unrelenting.
