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His other hand slides into my wet hair and tightens there, enough to tilt my face to his. “Then enjoy yourself faster.”

With a smirk, I do as he says, twisting on the upstroke, letting him thrust into my grip. His breathing turns uneven, and his mouth finds my neck, then my shoulder, teeth sinking into my wet skin.

I stroke him harder, dragging my thumb over his head. “Were you doing it like this when I walked in?”

“Fuck.” His breath hitches when my lips move to his throat. “Yes, just like this.”

The muscles in his stomach tighten, hips rolling in a rhythm he can’t quite control. I feel his pulse hammering fast, and I kiss him again, quickening my pace.

“Where do you wanna come?”

His hips jerk, and he drags his eyes back to mine. “Heidi.”

“Where?” I tighten my grip, watching his face. “Be a good husband and tell me where you wanna come.”

His gaze drops to my breasts, wet and bare and peaked between us. Heat pools low in my stomach again.

“Here?” I ask, caressing a nipple. “On my tits?”

“On your tits,” he says raggedly with a nod. “I want to come on your tits, min fru.”

I smile slowly, push him back enough to make room, then sink to my knees before he can stop me. His hand reaches for my hair, and I arch my breasts beneath the spray.

“Love that you’re telling me exactly where you want it.”

His eyes move to my mouth. “There are other places, too.”

“Hm, greedy.” I almost smile. “Next time, you can come on my tongue. But right now, I want you to make a mess of your wife, Viktor.” I speed up, pumping him hard. “I want you to see it hit my skin and know I’m wearing it because you were so fucking good for me.”

His control breaks, and he comes with a broken sound, spilling hot over my chest while I keep my hand wrapped around him. The first pulse hits high, then lower, and he groans as he watches it spurt over my skin. When he’s done, his hand slides from my hair to my face, brushing my cheekbone with his thumb.

“You,” he whispers, “are fucking incredible.”

I look down at myself, then back up at him. “Is that a formal review?”

His huffs a laugh, but his thumb keeps moving so gently that my deflection washes away with the water.

“Come here,” he says, helping me to my feet.

His cum is still on my chest, but neither of us moves to rinse it away. Viktor’s palms rest on either side of my face, eyes moving over mine. I should say something light enough to put the floor back under my feet, but there’s nothing I can think of that wouldn’t sound forced. So instead, I rest my hand over the inked trees on his chest and say the truth.

“That was so fucking good.”

His nods. “I know.”

“No.” My fingers curl against his skin. “I mean, that was so fucking good. With you.”

The muscles under my palm shift with his breath, and his hands tighten at my waist. “I know.”

For a moment, we stand beneath the water with our foreheads touching, the water cooling around us. And when he opens his eyes, his mouth finds mine again. This kiss is different, though. He still uses his tongue in criminally filthy ways, but it’s slower. More reverent.

Then he reaches behind me to turn the water warmer before taking a wet washcloth and waiting. I nod, and he cleans me gently, which is so at odds with everything his mouth and hands just did, that my throat tightens in a way I refuse to examine under bathroom lighting.

When he’s done, he rinses the cloth and sets it aside before turning back to me, hand on my jaw.

“Are you okay?”

“Yeah.” I nod. “More than okay.”