She's nestled between his legs as he washes her back, alternating between a washcloth, his hands and occasionally his mouth, pressing tiny suction-like kisses against her wet skin. The bathtub is small and not wide so his legs are hooked over the tops of hers, their ankles locked together and every so often he wiggles his toes against hers. It doesn't allow for much movement but she likes it that way.

He's paying attention to every part of her back and she drops her head forward to allow him to dribble water down her neck, washing away the bubbles from the bath gel. "All done," he announces proudly. "Nice and clean."

"Thank you," She leans back so she's pressed against his chest and his arms cradle her waist, drawing tiny circles over her stomach. She sighs softly, resting her head on his shoulder and he takes the opportunity to nuzzle the sweet smelling skin along the line of her jaw.

"Should I do the front now?" he murmurs into her neck and she nods, shivering slightly from the tickle of his breath on her ear. His hands stroke her stomach gently and as he pokes a finger into her navel she giggles, the movement rippling the water in the half filled tub.

"Shh," he whispers. "Bath time is quiet time."

She nestles her head deeper against his neck and stares down at his hands playing over her stomach. She loves his hands; they're strong and firm with beautifully formed fingers. She loves how they seem to enjoy her body; never rushed they take their time to discover every part of her. Sometimes she wants them to just get on with it but tonight she's happy to let them work at their own pace.

He loves touching her, he loves to just run his hands all over her body and feel the firmness of her flesh. He's amazed at how each time he explores her skin he finds something new and this time he's seen a tiny freckle marring the paleness of her neck. He slips his hands up over her ribs, carefully avoiding her breasts to examine it further and she lets out a whine of disappointment which he hushes with another "Shh."

Scooping the abandoned washcloth from the water, his hands finally move over her breasts. He concentrates on the left one first, slowly dragging the rough towel over her hardened nipple. She hisses slightly, air whistling though her teeth and he chuckles as he moves to the other one to repeat the process. This time his reward is a throaty moan and she wriggles her body against his growing erection.

"Stop it," he mutters.

"Make me," she whispers back and taking it as a challenge he pinches a nipple firmly between two fingers.

She stiffens in his arms and he grins. "You're just putty in my hands."

"You wish."

"Mmhmm." His other hand trails back over her ribs, down her stomach and dips into the water. "Open wide," he commands, wiggling his finger between her thighs and she shifts slightly, lets the water carry her legs apart and he slides a finger inside her body.

"See the good thing about having a bath," he explains, and she can feel the rumble of the words in his chest, "is that you're already nice and wet for me." He strokes his thumb across her clit and she stiffens again. "Nice..." the thumb starts to move in tiny circles and she whimpers quietly, "wet..."

Another finger joins the first one still inside her and she raises her head from his shoulder to look down into the water; the bubbles have melted away and although the water is hazy from the soap she can see his hand playing between her legs. His other hand is still cupped around her left breast, thumb and forefinger lazily rolling the nipple.

"Josh."

"Shh. If you don't stay quiet I'm going to stop."

"Please don't," she pleads and shifts her thighs together, trapping his hand.

"That's not fair," he grumbles reproachfully and pinches her nipple in retaliation; she jumps, her legs open and he's able to resume the slow circling of his thumb on her clit.

She honestly could stay here forever, their bodies pressed together but she's getting to the point where she's had enough playing around so she slips her left hand into the water to link her fingers with his. The grip of her fingers compels him to press harder and he obliges, allowing her to control the motion and speed.

He can't believe how hard he's become and he wonders how long he can hold out. The feel of her back against his chest, the softness of her hair brushing against his face, her hips nestled snugly between his thighs. The way she's using her left hand to control his and the sight of her right hand now stroking her neglected right breast causes his erection to stab more urgently against her lower back. His left hand mimics the movements on her left breast and beneath the water their other hands slide together over her clit.

He knows she's close to orgasm, knows because he knows her, knows from her shallow breathing, the tensing of her body, the rhythmic way her hand is squeezing her nipple.

He's almost there too; he can't help it. Seeing her arousal, feeling her slippery skin, his hand around her breast steadily twisting the nipple, the one between her legs helping to thrust his fingers inside her body.

"Oh!" she exhales suddenly and her hand quickly pushes his fingers deeper, her thumb forcing his to press more firmly against her clit. "Oh God, Josh."

Her head drops back down onto his shoulder as she moans loudly, her body shuddering against his. Water splashes up the sides of the bath and she cries out his name again, grinding her body backwards against his.

The sound of her throaty moan is enough to cause him to lose control and his hand leaves her breast to clutch at her stomach pulling her flush with his body. His teeth bite down on her shoulder as, grunting, he thrusts his hips and explodes against her. Her hand is still entwined with his, gently stroking between her legs as she waits for him to finish.

When they're both quiet, their bodies slack and relaxed, she can't help but smile as he starts pressing tiny kisses over the marks his teeth have left on her shoulder. "You okay?"

"Sorry," he offers. "I tried to hold off. You're just, you know... I can't help it."

"It's okay," she says softly. "Although you realise we're sitting in a dirty bath now. Maybe we should turn on the shower and clean off."

"'Kay," he rubs his nose behind her ear in agreement as she looks up at the curtain rod with interest.

"Josh?"

"Hmm?"

She wriggles her hips against his. "Do you think I could hang on to that without it falling on my head?"

He follows her gaze, laughing into her neck as he wraps his arms around her waist. "Only one way to find out."