Chapter 40
“Knock yourself out, babe.” Tadder grinned at him and presented his back.
Rush rubbed the sponge over the long, elegant lines of his fiancé’s spine. Every once in a while he’d press a kiss to a shoulder blade or a vertebra or even an elbow, and Tadder would sigh in pleasure.
“My turn,” he said, turning and placing Rush in front of him. Instead of taking the sponge, though, he pressed himself against Rush, bending his knees so his cock nestled against the crease between Rush’s buttocks.
“Feels good,” Rush murmured.
“Good.” Tadder folded his arms around Rush’s waist and began rocking gently against him. “And we’ve got the rest of our lives to do this.”