With every thrust comes murmurs and moans and Sarah finally closes her eyes, kissing him and hugging him as the familiar rhythm begins. She works hard to match his pace, never one to let him do all the work and always wanting to recipocrate the pleasure she feels when they make love.

With water making everything slicker than sweat would, there's less friction and it's harder to grab and hold on to him. But her hands to the best they can in exploring. And everything about this moment is just as she had hoped it would be.