Savannah's breath had quickened. Here, in this enclosed space, sounds seemed amplified. Her breathing was audible, sounding in short, loud pants and gasps for air, seeming to punctuate each movement of his hips. His passion and energy flowed seemlessly into her, exciting her further as well. Eyes closed, her body rocked with his thrusts, finding its own rhythm to counterpoint his. Although she could not move as much as she might have liked, her hips swung to meet his smoothly.
It felt good, so very good that words could not describe it. And still the water fell down, on them and between them, sometimes here and sometimes there, adding a unique sensation that was all its own. Her mouth found his throat and his collarbone between the sounds she made. "Yes," she encouraged him, and, although spoken softly, it echoed against the tiling and porcelain around them. "Oh, yes, harder..."
Already, she could feel it, the tightening of something inside her stomach. No, Savannah was rarely one to complain that things moved too quickly for her...particularly not with such an energetic partner meeting her needs.