Her sigh mingles with his, a little higher pitched, a little less steady. She melts in his embrace, her head falling back against his shoulder, her hands rising to weave in his hair. Her hips roll in time with his motions, a decadent, slow press and release.

The heat of the water, the heat of his body, the feel of him buried deep inside her, all of it feels so good. She turns and presses a kiss to his temple, her heart in her mouth, and pulsing low in her belly.