Jerrick's hands followed the journey of his lips, fingers grazing her sides, leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.
Jessamyn's hands found their way to his shoulders, gripping them for support as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her. The combination of his touch and the heat of the water made her feel as if she were melting into him.
As his kisses reached the tender curve of her breast, she gasped, her fingers tightening on his shoulders. His mouth moved with a mixture of reverence and hunger, exploring her as if committing every inch to memory. His tongue flicked out, teasing her skin, and she moaned softly, the sound echoing in the steamy room.
Jessamyn's senses were aflame, every touch, every kiss sending waves of pleasure through her. She felt herself sinking deeper into the blissful haze of their shared passion.
His lips continued their journey, moving lower, exploring the contours of her body with an unhurried, deliberate pace.
