"I am glad." he leaned in kissing her neck. She was too beautiful for him not to touch anymore more. His hand slipped down his slick stomach, the soap having been washed off some time again. His hand dipped down to stroke her between the legs.
"When was the last time someone used you?" He asked, pushing her up against the wet, cold tiles. They would be warm soon enough. He rubbed harder at her, trying to get her as wet as possible.