Again, her eyes fall closed, and she whimpers under her breath. Dexterity is key, she thinks, but it's getting to be a challenge. He's quickly finding ways to steal her composure, to make her shiver and gasp.

But she's determined, slipping her hand down, under the waistband of his shorts, hissing at the heat she feels against her palm.

'Oh love..'

He's as hard as iron, but silken under the water. It eases her way, letting her find out just how her hand fits around him, listening to the sound of his breath and the tension in his body.