Her lips were wet, warm and soft as they finally closed over his, and he groaned into her mouth. They played and splashed like a couple of cubs, kissing and touching and laughing. He found he didn’t mind drawing things out a bit, rather than getting to the main event. He could spend all day, warm and naked and clean with Dani, especially if her breasts continued to move in the water like that.

Dani swam into his lap, settling her knees on the little rock bench where he was seated. She looped her arms around his neck, kissing him deeply. She fit against his body like no other woman had, without worries of crushing her and hurting her. His Dani was strong in ways that should probably have terrified him, but all he wanted to do was test that strength.

He slid his fingers between her thighs, finding her wet and ready. He rubbed his fingers against her in small circles, his thumb searching for the firm little button of flesh that could help him produce such absolutely charming noises from her long white throat. He caressed and kneaded, feeling her slick against the fingers he pressed inside her.

Her hands scrabbled against his chest and she bucked her hips. She cried out, mouth pink and rounded, as he pumped those fingers in and out. He caught her nipples between his blunt teeth, worrying them with his tongue. And when those first flutters spasmed around his fingers, her howl was music to his ears. He pushed her through the orgasm, relishing each ripple around his digits, and hoped he might be able to spark another one right after. But then her body felt oddly weightless as he lifted her against the hard stone edge of the tub.

She kissed him, long and hard, leaving him short of breath. “Thank you.”

“Thank you?” he repeated, chuckling.

“I have lovely sex manners.”

Zed kissed her while she laughed. “Well, of course, you do.”

He pressed his forehead against hers, pushed forward slowly, filling her, making her gasp. She was hot and wet and so very tight and he stayed brick still to keep from losing himself right there.

His arms braced against the rim and she gripped them for leverage. She whimpered, rolling her hips against his straining, still form. The water splashed over the edge of the tub with every movement, but the clean up later would be worth it. He would mop the whole damn house gladly. She wrapped an arm around his neck, pulling herself up so she could kiss him and roll her hips against him. He couldn’t tell where her wetness began and the water ended and all he could think about was more more more. She crossed her ankles at the small of his back and pulled him closer and he welcomed it.