"But I really don't think this cold water can control this," Long Aotian said, grinding his hips firmly with his.
"Mnn," Xia moaned, limply leaning against him. He peeked up and whispered, "I thought you said we were going to bathe."
Long Aotian chuckled and bit his seductive pink ear. "I never mentioned just bathing. I said I wanted to clean you up," He whispered, grinding his hips into his. The water sloshed a little at his movement, overflowing the small lake.
"Long, I just want a bath," Xia pouted, looking up at him through his lashes. "Hmm, we are having a bath aren't we," Long whispered holding his hips in a strong grip.
Long Aotian softly caressed his smooth back, running his fingers from his shoulder blades to his hip bones. His hands hesitated, hovering next to his hip bones. "Xia, are—are you comfortable with my touch," he stuttered, gazing deeply into his eyes.
