Turning to face him, resting her back on the cool tiled wall, rubbing the excess lotion into the backs of her hands. In three steps he was standing in front of her. Touching her cheek with his large hand, trailing a finger down the side of her neck.
“Thank you for that.” He whispered.
“My pleasure.” She smiled.
Dipping his head, he kissed her lips. Arms circling his waist she held him close. Quite by accident, or maybe design, she dug her fingertips onto his firm bottom. It was almost instinctive, and too hard to resist. She could feel that his half dried body was now dampening her dress, but she didn’t concern herself with damp patches on dark clothes. That will dry, she thought. The hastily wrapped towel could not hold and it opened. He grabbed it before it fell behind him and he resumed his drying. She could see his thickness in her vision but kept her eyes fixed on his jaw line. She reached to his hair and combed her fingers through it. The wet patches on her dress made a wonderful impression for his gaze.
“I’m glad you didn’t cut this.” She let her fingers draw to the ends of his jaw length curls. “Are you growing a beard too?”
“Well it’s all the go now and it’s a lot easier than dragging a razor over at 7am.”
“It’s nice.” She rubbed the back of her hand over the half inch of hair, loving the feeling of the softening stubble. “I had better give you some peace to finish off.”
She had become aware that her nipples were tightening. Must be the cooling damp she told herself reassuringly. The outline of her erect breast tips were clearly defined, his eyes were transfixed.
“You don’t need to go.” Without thinking, he brought his hand to her breast passing a thumb over the hard point. “Please, stay.”
His thickness shifted, and stayed at an awkward sideways angle to his body as he cupped her breast weight it straightened some more and began to rise. His thumb traced the shape of the hard tip of her breast. The back of his other hand lightly brushed her tight belly, an almost reassuring instinct. A slight flush of colour rose in her neckline and her teeth parted to reveal a prone tongue. Taking a ragged inhalation of breath she closed her eyes, melting momentarily into the sensations that were awakening.
“We shouldn’t.” She put her hands out and reluctantly removed his.
He caught both her hands and raised them above her head, pressing them and her back to the marble wall. “Shhh.”
Claiming her lips in an open kiss, teasing her tongue with his own, waiting until he felt her relax and she began to respond before releasing her hands. As soon as her arms were freed, she buried her fingers in his hair gripping just a little too tightly. With one foot planted firmly to the floor, she raised the other leg around the backs of his thighs, pulling him even closer. His penis tip pressed firmly to the soft fabric covering her belly from the pressing of her leg on his thighs, sensation fizzed through him like an electric shock of desire as he was letting go of his control. And letting desire overtake him. The kiss was deep and long and neither wanted to stop and risk breaking the spell. She pulled from his embrace and she looked at him from under her fringe.