‘Please,’ he begged, but her brain was so blurry with what he was doing she couldn’t think what else to do except keep stroking, fingers tightening and loosening.
And then he came, crying out his release as he rutted against her hand, his own fingers thrusting in and out of her with increasing desperation. It was wild and hot, panting breaths escaped him as water slopped over the edge of the tub to soak the floor. “S-Summer!”
She let her hand relax, drifting in the water, and smiled dreamily. “I win,” she murmured, half-opening her eyes to watch him shaking under the influence of his orgasm.