Ari bit down on her lower lip barely managing to stifle the sounds of her pleasure. She didn't want to give him the satisfaction of being right. Though her body trembled with want from the single stroke of his finger. Her nails dug into the skin of his chest. "Make me," She challenged, ducking her head to nibble on his shoulder.
Alaric lifted her up just enough for him to partially slide her unto his length, his mouth on her neck, leaving red marks in their trail. Then, he pushed her all the way down, the water splashing and rippling around them. "As I've said. You like when I'm in control." He groaned in her ear.
