(KRYSTAL'S POV)
The hot water beats down on my back, but I barely feel it. All I feel is Valentino's mouth on mine, hungry and slick, and his wet hands squeezing my tits, his thumbs rubbing hard over my nipples until they're tight, aching points. My skin is on fire everywhere he touches. He breaks the kiss, panting, his green eyes dark with need.
"Fuck, Krystal," he groans, his hands sliding down to cup my ass, his fingers digging into the flesh. "You feel so fucking good."
"Then stop talking and do something about it," I gasp, pulling him back into a messy, open-mouthed kiss.
He grins against my lips and lifts me like I weigh nothing. My legs wrap around his waist automatically, the slick heat of his cock pressing against my stomach. He pins me against the cold tile wall, the shock of it making me gasp into his mouth. My fingers tangle in his wet red hair, pulling him closer, deeper into the kiss. I can't get enough.
