I yank down the other side of her bra, slipping under the back of her skirt to feel the soft skin beneath my palm at the same time. Switching to her other nipple, I tuck both cups under her breasts so I can let my thumb trail lower. Her hooded eyes follow it when I glance up, her lips parted and soft pants escaping. The sound fills the bathroom around us. The air pulses more.

Fabric coasts under my thumb once I hit the top of her skirt. I brush my lips up to her collarbone and squeeze her ass one more time before bringing my hand to wrap her rib cage to slow her movements. She stops, tracking the other’s progress as it glides up her thigh.

“What else are you going to show me?” I ask, voice rough.

Lust-drunk eyes pop up to mine. This close, I catch the darker green flecks. “What do you want to see?”

Pushing her skirt up all the way, I lean her back a little and drop my attention between us. I ghost my thumb up her slit through the drenched red fabric. She whimpers as I reach her clit, her hand tangling in my hair.

“I want to see something hot and wet.”

The sound of her breath cuts out the second I tuck my finger under the edge. I pull the material to the side, exposing her glistening pussy. Exactly what I wanted.

I groan. “You’re fucking soaked for me, Rem.”

With nothing between us, I swipe up the same path, and she sharply inhales, then she scoots back and braces a palm on my leg behind her to allow me more room.

I flick my eyes up to hers. “Are you making a request?”

“More like you fulfilling a promise.” She draws a trail from my neck to my chest, but I catch her wrist and sweep my thumb over her pulse point.

“We might as well take care of a few then,” I say, guiding her hand lower.

I use her fingers to drag her arousal up and press down on her clit. At the first hint of pressure, she lets out a sexy sound, and her lids crush closed.

“Not a chance,” I tell her, and they flutter open, resettling on me. “Tell me where you’re supposed to look, Remi.”

“At you. Always at you.” She rasps the words and circles her hips to grind her ass against my cock. I meet them with her hand as they come around.

“Good girl.” I stroke her fingers all the way through one more time. They shine when I pull her wrist up and aim them to their true destination, slipping them between her parted lips. “Suck.”

She moans, tasting herself, and I drop my hand back between her legs.

“Fuck, Foster.”

Hers falls away from her mouth and clutches the front of my shirt while I rub her slick clit.