It never took much to arouse his interest. And she wasn't the least bit fooled by his innocent expression when he grabbed the sponge from her hand.
"I can't say I would complain if you did," she muttered breathlessly, his caresses making her heart flutter.
The soapy sponge glided effortless across her skin, as did his other, bare hand. She giggled as he inadvertently tickled the back of her knee, but that was stifled quickly by a quick intake of air as the sponge slid its way higher. She threw out her hand to brace herself against the door, having no idea she had just ruined her earlier artwork.
His lathered attentions, slippery and soft as they were, made her gasp sharply as they teased their way up, but when her reached her neck, she nearly melted away. Her neck had always been her sensitive spot, especially...right...there...
There seemed to have been quite the storm last night...
"Mmmmm...so, I heard..."
As he finished washing her hair, she bent herself to pick up the sponge, taking full advantage of the viewpoint as she passed the proof of his desire. Unlike her husband, she chose to start at the top as he was rinsing her off. For a moment, running the sponge over his expansive chest, she thought she saw something dark in his eyes, but it was gone so quickly she was sure she must have imagined it.
Slowly, she worked her way downward, paying particular attention to the item she was most interested in, then slowly moving her way around to his backside.
Dropping the sponge, she leaned in, fingers grasping his hips firmly. "I can think of somewhere I would rather you were right now." She brought both hands up behind his neck, pulling his head down, her lips meeting his.