He pushed himself up off the couch and held out his hand to her. He walked into the bathroom and appraised the tub, noting the depth and size; it was easily large enough for the two of them. She’s more than okay.” He chuckled as he ran his hand up and down her spine. “It makes you sound foreign and exotic.”
She spoke a bit slowly, with precise diction. “I’m not done spoiling you yet,” he replied with a grin.“Sacré bleu,” she breathed; she summoned a tube from her vanity and handed it to him. She ran her fingers through her wet hair and flipped it forward as she bent over. “That’s okay, you can blow me,” he replied without thinking. Heavy curtains covered most of the single window in the opposite wall. She seemed to be working as hard as he was to keep herself from giving in to the reward her body was craving.
