Phei sank to his knees once more beneath the cascading water. Steam curled thick around them, the warm spray turning their skin to glistening silk. He looked up at Delilah with a slow, evil grin — dark, hungry, and utterly shameless — but he said nothing.
Words would only break the building tension that had wrapped around the three of them like the steam itself.
Instead, he lifted one of her legs and hooked it over his shoulder, her heel pressing firmly into the broad plane of his back.
The new angle opened her completely to him.
Melissa stepped in closer from behind, embracing her daughter fully; her arms wrapped around Delilah's waist to brace and steady her. One of Melissa's hands slid upward to cup Delilah's firm round breast, squeezing the soft, warm flesh with gentle pressure before soothing it with slow, circling strokes of her thumb over the stiff nipple.
