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[rosarianoath]

“I think I really will crush you someday if this keeps up,” he says, lifting his arm for her. Weird to have her do the more practical parts of bathing, but he won’t complain. He just makes an amused sound. “Starting at one of the worst places… very brave of you.”

[noburden]

Jill simply smiles for a moment as she focuses on washing him, one pit and then the other, hands roaming over his biceps as she goes along. Washing and feeling him up all in one motion.

"Brave? I often wake up with my face pressed right there," she says. "I should make sure it's safe."

[rosarianoath]

He just holds onto the curtain rod with one hand, moving as-needed. Her touch feels nice, warm and slippery and wet, and it leaves him with a pleasant hum in his heart. No one, he's sure, has ever tended to him like Jill has.

For all the touching they do, it still always feels like the first time.

"And who is to blame for that?" he says, gently teasing. "It's not me putting your face there."

[noburden]

"Oh? I slide off your chest at some point," she says, as if that is indeed his fault. "And your shoulder. This is the lowest place to land."

She gives the other pit and extra scrub, playful. That's the side she's usually curled against.

[rosarianoath]

“Are you suggesting I toss you down there?” he says, leaning to her, nose scrunching as he bites back a laugh at her rubbing at his underarm.

[noburden]

"I'm suggesting no such thing!" She says with a laugh, enamored with the look on his face. And while she doesn't mean to tickle him, her touch is light as it moves down his sides.

[rosarianoath]

His flank shivers at the sensation anyway, and he chuckles and leans in even closer.

"And yet I do not hear any confession as to where you find yourself in the morning."

[noburden]

"Lovingly tucked against my husband?" She grins, knowing he enjoys being called as such.

[rosarianoath]

He hums, deep and lovely in his chest, and he leans in to kiss her hungrily. Yes, yes, a hundred times yes, against her husband.

[noburden]

She laughs against his mouth, grabbing his face with her hands--abandoning the loofah to the floor for the moment.

Maybe she just wants a reason to bend over shortly.

"I love you, you smelly man."

[rosarianoath]

“You love me most when I’m smelly,” he murmurs back, right against her lips, shower stream hitting his head in a way that has water slowly dripping into his eyes. Her laugh is intoxicating, and he’s glad for the shower muffling it out. Still, better quiet her with another kiss. He loves her.

[noburden]

"I love you most always, all the time," she replies with another laugh, quieted by his mouth. She kisses him deeply, pushing back his wet hair, wanting him to feel her love for him with each touch of her fingers and lips.

They're really not going to conserve much water if they're always like this.

[rosarianoath]

Founder, he feels it to the very marrow of his bones, and he gently turns her so he can press her up against the shower wall, feel the soft squish of her body under his. He opens his eyes to look at her, water dripping off his brow. Every touch of her fingers feels electric.

“I’d love you hard right here,” he murmurs.

[noburden]

"If you're not worried about my noise," she tells him, amusement bright in her eyes. Not much to absorb sound in here.

[rosarianoath]

Oh, he’s very worried about the noise. He just presses against her, shifting to deliberately smear his wet, soapy body against hers.

“We can’t be loud.”

[noburden]

She groans, a little bit of a whine at being told what she knows, hands smoothing over his sides and around to squeeze his ass.

"We can give it a try. I'll be on my best behavior."

[rosarianoath]

He inhales, the squeeze prompting him to grind his hardening dick into her abdomen.

“You’ll be a good girl for me?”

He should wash his mouth out with soap next.

[noburden]

"Aren't I always?"

She grins.

[rosarianoath]

“You have a streak of mischief in you,” he says, grinding again.

[noburden]

It's clear in her eyes that she's enjoying herself, gripping his ass and pulling their bodies together.

"Your influence."

[rosarianoath]

He chuckles under his breath, and much as he loves being dragged against her, he pulls off her just enough to get a hand between them to cup her roughly, a finger slipping between her lips.

[noburden]

Jill immediately makes a sound that seems to be amplified by the acoustics of the bathroom. At least she looks more sheepish than defiant.

"Forgive me," she says, looping her arms over his shoulders. "It's difficult when you feel so good."

[rosarianoath]

Alarm passes over his face, but there’s nothing to be done about what’s already passed her lips. He just gently places his free hand over her mouth, using one hip to pin her and the other hand to keep stroking her.

“And I haven’t even gotten started.”

[noburden]

There's a whimper from behind his hand, a needy little sound that would most certainly be too loud if he didn't muffle her. Blunt fingernails trail over his skin, her eyes on his.

She loves him.

[rosarianoath]

He meets her eyes, water beating down on his shoulder, spray bouncing around them. His fingers work back and forth, firm, until he finally slips one inside her.

He can’t believe he’s doing this, as though he’s ever had such fortune.