Reagan groaned low in her throat when she felt Caius's teeth at her shoulder and she shuddered again before her lips curved into a small, satisfied smile. Gods, she loved it when he lost control like that, when he just had to let go and let his most basic instincts take over for those few moments. Her body began to relax against his and she hoped she would have bruises on her hips in the morning. Loosening her grip in his hair, Reagan moved her hand down to slide if over his side and hip, just to touch him. She felt sated, her body floating on the high of two orgasms so close together, and Reagan just wanted to curl up beside him now and hold him... at least until round three started. "I love you," Reagan murmured, turning her face towards his so he could hear her.
It was always so amazingly cathartic, and Caius felt positively sublime as his body started to cool down out of frenzied instinct. Like he’d just pounded away all the stress of the past month or two. Or at least some of it. For now. He released his grips on Reagan, stroking his hands over her instead as he gingerly started to pull back. “I love you too,” he murmured, kissing her shoulder again before he moved his body away from hers so she could straighten up. Caius took her hand and steadied her while Reagan got her feet under her again, then pulled her into a loose hug, just wanting to feel all her bare skin against his some more. “So what else do you want to do, birthday girl?” he asked in a murmur, smirking at her a bit.
Reagan was able to get her feet steady at the bottom of the hot tub, but she was still feeling a bit boneless and she wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing soft kisses along his jaw and down to his neck. His skin was hot and damp and Reagan just wanted to run her hands over every inch of his beautiful body. Lifting her face toward his, Reagan's lips twitched and she played with the strands of his hair near the nape of his neck. "So many things," she told him, her tone teasing. "Although we might have to wait a few minutes until you're ready to go again. Until then... maybe some more wine? Music? Dancing?" All naked, of course. Reagan didn't want either of them to get dressed again until absolutely necessary. She just wanted to be close to him, to enjoy every second of this night before they had to return home to everything awaiting them.