While Yr rested against me in the bath, her back pressed snugly to my chest, her warmth seeped into my skin like a soothing flame. Her petite frame fit perfectly against me, her soft body molded into mine as if the two of us were meant to be like this. The water rippled gently around us, heated from both the tub and the fiery tension that lingered in the air. The intimacy of the cramped tub only deepened the closeness, making it feel as if we were merging into one another.
"Leon..."
"Yes?"
Yr turned her head slightly, her ash-lilac hair clinging damply to her flushed face. Her sleepy, misted eyes gazed up at me with a softness that stole my breath. She looked utterly beautiful, her damp skin glowing faintly under the bathroom light, and her slightly parted lips made my cock twitch with unrestrained need. Even as my desire hardened, pressing insistently against her lower back, I fought to hold myself back.
