Won't Let You Fall

Lila

She'd never felt this way before—this hunger, this drive to have him was thrilling. She couldn't stop kissing him, and she could tell he was getting lost in her already. 

Then, with a sigh of pleasure, he sat back, putting space between their chests where the water rushed in against her and she hummed. The addition of the water to their nakedness had been genius. Like silk against her skin. 

He leaned back against the tub with his hands still at her waist, his eyes fixed on hers and near-black with desire. But Lila followed him, arching her chest into his so her nipples were teased whenever one of them moved, and leaning her elbows on his shoulders, her fingers in his hair. 

"Where are you going?" she murmured, then kissed his stubbled jaw.