“You are /such/ a liar,” she murmured, amused. “Not naughty. Who wanted to go skinny-dipping, hm?” She shifted in his hold enough to catch at his mouth, and whispered, “More.”
“Pants on fire,” he declared in a sing-song voice, shaking with laughter as he smiled into the kiss, pressing his hips flush up against her rear. “Mmmm, isn’t it my turn now?”
She wiggled her butt a little bit, giggling. “Oh, is that how it works? You do me in expectation of my doing you? I feel I should have been consulted on this. What happened to you washing me?”