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[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.

[noburden]

The hand at her mouth is doing just as much work, keeping her noises quiet, her eyes trained on his even as she nips at his palm with her teeth. Her patience is always near non-existent when it comes to his hands on her, and she strains to move her hips.

[rosarianoath]

Holding her down is a job all on its own, the way she always wants to get at him. He idly thinks it’s a pity she can’t be tied down; there’s plenty more he could do with both hands free. But it’s pleasant, as it is, to feel her squirm under him, to feel the gentle bite into the meat of his palm.

“I don’t think my palm could quiet you if I put my cock in you,” he murmurs, brow bowed against hers.

He adds another finger.

[noburden]

There's another whimper that melts into a softer whine. He's cruel. His fingers are good, but not good enough. Nothing compares to feeling him hot and hard inside her.

Which is why he's absolutely right that his palm couldn't keep her quiet. He knows her too well.

[rosarianoath]

He presses a brief kiss to the bridge of her nose, fingers curling in.

“Do you want me to take you to bed?”

[noburden]

Jill nods quickly, fingers pressing into his skin where she holds onto him as she grinds against his hand. She wants him. She always does.

[rosarianoath]

His fingers ease out, teasing.

“Ought I carry you there wet and dripping?”

[noburden]

Another soft whine at his teasing, though her eyes are full of warmth. And lust, apparently, pupils large.

"I'll kiss every drop of water from your skin," she says against his hand. Slightly less romantic, but the intent is there.

[rosarianoath]

Clive nods, skin brushing hers, and he takes his fingers from her entirely to shut off the water. The quiet is deafening, just the drip of water off them both. His cock bumps insistently against her. He looks at her for a sober moment, calm… and then lets her go entirely to pick her up with one arm around her waist. He’s taking her right to bed.