He pulls away from her and there's a disappointed little moan on her lips. But he's in charge today, and she's happy to let him call the shots.

That said, she stays close to him, breathing his breath, letting the water wash over her. Her hands smooth over her chest, down her hips, delving between her legs. An involuntary shudder goes through her as she touches herself.

He reaches for the shower gel and she stops him, two fingers on the back of his hand. "No soap. Just water." She wants him to taste only her.