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?”
“…After I’ve washed you then?” he compromised as he licked across her shoulder blades, nipping tenderly at the damp skin. Continuing to lazily rock against her, he reached for the bottle and continued to roam his hands across her torso.
She laughed, and commented, “You have to let me go if you want anything at all. I can’t reach any of you from here.”