The kiss shifted, slower now, deeper, and Aria's hips rolled against him beneath the water, her slit sliding along his shaft, warm and slick, without taking him in. She gasped against his mouth, her gaze finding his, and neither of them looked away.
She moved on him in slow, rolling waves, her mouth finding his between breaths because she couldn't stand more than a few seconds without kissing him.
Her hands splayed across his chest, thumbs tracing his collarbones, the curve of muscle along his arms, greedy and thorough, needing every inch of him under her fingertips.
"How can you be so handsome? It's unfair..." she whispered.
Kaiden's hands answered.
One slid up the curve of her waist, over her ribs, until his palm settled over her breast, full in his hand.
The other traced the line of her back, down to the swell of her hips, the perfect round of her ass, and pulled her tighter against him.
