She rolled her eyes. “/Everything/ turns you on. I just got you off and you’re turned on again. Be still.” She washed his chest and made him kneel up so she could wash /all/ of his front, then pushed gently. “Rinse that off and get out, you insatiable wolf.”
“Teenage boy, remember? The wind could change and I’d be turned on. Plus, you’re naked and wet, so…yeah.” He grinned and shrugged helplessly, puffing out his chest to push forwards, hips jerking slightly, before saluting with a crooked smile. “Yes, ma’am!”
She couldn’t help laughing at him, chasing the bottle to the edge of the enormous tub and climbing out. Deliberately she threw a towel at him and wrapped herself up primly in another one. She just /knew/ if they watched each other dry off they would get distracted again, so she went back into the master bedroom instead and pulled on a red tiedye dress made of light fabric when she was finished.
Summer huffed and scolded, “Stop that! I’m going to wash you and then we’re going to get out because my toes are wrinkly!” She lifted a foot out of the water to show him, before chasing down the bottle of soap again. “Now be good or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“And still gorgeous,” he stated with a wink, before reaching to squeeze her toes, then running his fingers up past her ankles to curl around her knees. “Mmmm, is that a threat, or a promise? Because either way…well, it’s kind of turning me on?”
She rolled her eyes. “/Everything/ turns you on. I just got you off and you’re turned on again. Be still.” She washed his chest and made him kneel up so she could wash /all/ of his front, then pushed gently. “Rinse that off and get out, you insatiable wolf.”
“Aack, I wasn’t done yet! Sit up, sit /up/.” She frowned at his hand holding her wrist, then looked up at him. “What? Nothing! Except the part where you went under the water before I was finished washing you!” She bopped his shoulder again.
Rolling his eyes fondly at her demand, he sat up and stretched once more, casting her a pointed glance and gesturing wordlessly to his torso. “I’m sorry? You just … make me melt when you touch me?” He winced sheepishly at his own phrasing, before kissing her on the nose.
Summer huffed and scolded, “Stop that! I’m going to wash you and then we’re going to get out because my toes are wrinkly!” She lifted a foot out of the water to show him, before chasing down the bottle of soap again. “Now be good or I’ll have to tie you up.”
“No I’m calling you tall!” She pushed at him, thwacking her fist on his shoulder. “Fat. Hah. Werewolf metabolism, like you could ever get fat. I’ll be old and grey and huge and you’ll still look like this.” She washed fiercely at his bicep.
He burst out laughing and stretched out alongside her, deliberately making his muscles shift and ripple under his skin. “And you’ll still be the most beautiful girl in the world,” he stated softly, reaching to curl his fingers around her wrist. “What’s wrong, Summer?”
“Aack, I wasn’t done yet! Sit up, sit /up/.” She frowned at his hand holding her wrist, then looked up at him. “What? Nothing! Except the part where you went under the water before I was finished washing you!” She bopped his shoulder again.
“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.
“…Are you calling me fat?” He eyed her fondly and smiled tenderly, groaning and pushing his back into her hands, feeling the knots slowly move out of his muscles.
“No I’m calling you tall!” She pushed at him, thwacking her fist on his shoulder. “Fat. Hah. Werewolf metabolism, like you could ever get fat. I’ll be old and grey and huge and you’ll still look like this.” She washed fiercely at his bicep.
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.
Summer laughed, stretching under the water and peeling herself off the edge. “I made you come first,” she said, looking at him through lowered lashes. She shivered slightly as the soft currents stirred by his movements brushed against her, where his hand had been.
“…Fair point. I’ll get you back later, yeah?” he chuckled and leaned over to kiss her, hands splaying out across her hips as he smiled against her lips. “I love you, Summer,” he added on then, slumping down, feeling the warm water lap at his stretched muscles, a lazy smile adorning his face.
She smiled back and slid a hand down his back. “I know,” she said. Slipping through the water, she snagged the soap and poured some on his shoulder.
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.
“No, you don’t. What makes you say that?” He mumbled and jerked against her, whimpering with over-sensitivity, just managing to muster up enough energy to roll off of her and collapse beside her, panting harshly.
Summer laughed, stretching under the water and peeling herself off the edge. “I made you come first,” she said, looking at him through lowered lashes. She shivered slightly as the soft currents stirred by his movements brushed against her, where his hand had been.
‘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.