[That she's good with his neck gets her one more good second there before Cross's hands are between them, dislodging her hold on him and putting her on her back on the smooth stone. His hand skims down her curves, worshiping skin that's slick and glowing from the warm water.] Beautiful. [His palm settles low on her stomach, pushing to tilt her hips, getting the right angle and he smiles down on her as he pushes again, building the tension slowly.]