He pressed for the shower to start as he grabbed the nape of her neck pulling her into a fiery kiss. She reciprocated the same amount of passion he offered, moaning and groaning into the kiss.
His hands caressed her wet body, enjoying the curves and the softness. Amy could feel how excited he was with her despite her new body. Her insecurities were washed away with the kiss. They broke the kiss to catch their breaths and began washing each other.
"Zachery", Amy spoke from over her shoulder as the man helped her wash.
"Yes, baby."
"Don't you think you're spending too much time there?" Her brows were raised.
"You mean here?" He asked, squeezing her soap covered boobs. He brought his lips to her ear to whisper huskily, "I have to be thorough. We can't miss a spot now, can we?"
"I think I should bath myself", she said trying to release herself from him.
