AYLETH
When Etan took her breast in his mouth it sent a jolt of desire, jagged and bright, from where he sucked, right to her core until she was clenching with desire.
When he took her nipple again, sucking harder, his mouth wider, she gasped. His hips began to roll, and she shivered with delight, reaching for him, to join them.
But Etan's stomach sucked in, putting an inch between them that allowed the rush of cold water on her skin and she shivered as he chuckled—such a deep, rich sound, the vibration of it against her ribs made her want to weep with joy.
"Not yet, my love," he croaked, his voice thick with desire. "Not yet. But in a moment. I have to get clean first."
Images flashed through her mind of Etan's body getting clean, and she jerked her head back up, beaming. "I can help with that!"
