'No…' As soon as she opened her mouth, the wine slipped down the corners of her lips and ran down her neck and chest. Capone ducked his head and licked it away, one drop at a time.
'Drink more, it's okay!'
He nursed her with his mouth, and even if the wine wasn't intoxicating, it was hard not to feel a little drunk at this point.
They finished the bottle in parts. Sophia leaned back against the wall of the hot spring pool, her head resting on the stone pillow fixed to the wall. She tilted her head back to breathe.
No, rather, she was on the verge of not being able to breathe as Capone pressed her back into the warm water, from the shoulders down, but his kisses still prolonged their descent.
He slowly dove underwater, his lips kissing the white softness of her breasts, the flatness of her belly. His hands caressed her body, and she almost felt like her entire being was going to melt into the hot water.
