Each exhale was a mix of breath and broken moan, her throat too raw for words.
And then—he kissed her.
He turned his head just enough and brushed his lips across her cheek. Then down to the side of her mouth. And then—
His hand slid beneath her chin, fingers curling to lift it gently, and he kissed her full.
Mouth to mouth.
Slow.
Wet.
Hungry.
Their tongues met and slid, water pouring over their faces, drenching their kiss. His lips sucked on hers. His teeth grazed her lower lip. The kiss wasn't clean—it was messy, dripping, open-mouthed. His tongue tasted the back of her throat, claiming her as the hot water rinsed their flushed faces.
And the whole time—
His hips moved.
Schlop.
A slow, dragging thrust upward. His cock slid deeper again, nudging at the end of her abused passage.
She gasped into his mouth.
"Mnhh—haaah… ahh…"
Her body jerked slightly, not in escape, but reaction—his cock grinding through the loosened grip of her stretched rim, wet and slick.
Schlop.
