You reach for him when he surfaces. Pulling him by your side for a kiss. It’s soft and loving, sweetened by your juices. You blush a little, emitting heat at the taste of yourself.
"Mmm, you’re delicious," he teases, kissing you again and again as his hands roam your body.
One settles in the small of your back, holding you close, while the other continues its wander. First, he massages your supple breast in circular motions. Then, caressing your side, his hand dips into your waist and back up again, resting on the top of your bum. His kisses stop. He watches you as his hand moves around the curve and cups your heat. Your breathing hitches as he pushes a finger in. Your eyes squeeze shut as the second slips in. He curls his fingers inside you.