Her fingers start moving faster and faster as more water tips over the edge. As much as his body might yearn to be inside her, hers yearns for much the same thing, if not more. Anything to relieve the familiar ache building up in the pit of her stomach.

Finally, not fast enough his shirt is unbuttoned and all she has left are his trousers. Roughly, her lips break their lock on his and move downward, sucking and biting at chest skin while her hands free him of the last constraints.