Lia took the showerhead from him, her eyes gleaming with mischief. She turned it away from them, the spray of water bouncing off the tiles.
Her soapy hands began to glide over his body, her touch gentle yet firm as she bathed him.
She started at his shoulders, her fingertips tracing the contours of his muscles, the soap creating a slick barrier between them that only heightened the sensation of skin on skin.
Ren's eyes drifted closed as she worked her way down his chest, her nails scraping lightly over his nipples, sending shivers through him.
He felt her kneel before him, her warm breath on his stomach as she washed away the battle's grime.
Her hands moved lower, her fingertips dancing around his cock, avoiding it playfully until he was practically begging for her touch.
With a knowing smile, she finally wrapped her soapy hand around his shaft, her grip tight and sure.
Ren's eyes snapped open, his gaze locking onto hers as she began to stroke him with deliberate slowness.
