Kissing him back, she tugged him up out of the water. “Mhm,” she purred, smiling slyly. “Come here, I’m going to wash you now.”
He moaned happily and forced his boneless and limp body to behave as he slumped at the edge of the tub. “I love when you wash me,” he hummed with a silly little smile, reaching to squeeze her hand.
“It’s hard to do when you hold my hand, dork,” she murmured, tugging away. “There’s so much of you, I need both hands.” She started with his shoulders before moving down his back.