As I wrapped my arms around her waist, I couldn't help but feel a rush of desire course through me. The way her body fit so perfectly against mine was intoxicating, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as I pulled her even closer.
Her skin was slick with water, and I could feel the droplets sliding down her back as I held her tight. It was as if time had stopped, and all that mattered was this moment, with her in my arms.
Feeling emboldened, I leaned in and pressed a soft kiss to the nape of her neck, relishing in the way she shivered against me. The sound of her breath hitching only spurred me on, and I trailed a line of kisses down her spine until I reached the small of her back.
It was then that she turned to face me, her eyes bright with anticipation. Without a word, she took the washcloth and began to lather it with soap, her movements slow and deliberate as she worked the suds into a thick lather.
