Daphne let out a small moan as his hand dragged across her skin, and she leaned her body into him, pressing him against the tiles of the shower. She knew that her small frame wouldn't actually hurt him, and it might actually help both of them keep her balance.
She shifted her grip a bit, increasing the friction of her hand on him even as she increased her speed. He was groaning softly against her jawline as she worked him harder, another gasp escaping her lips at the feel of his touch between her legs.
Yet, for the very first time in any of her sexual encounters, Daphne wasn't worried about herself. She realized that she just wanted to give him what he wanted, and to clear his mind of all negativity, if just for a moment.
She moved to claim his lips again, swallowing his moans with her mouth as she kissed him.