Page 88 of The Mountain Man's Mail-Order Mafia Princess

She rinsed me. Water ran over her breasts and down her stomach.

I cupped one breast.

Talia leaned into my palm. “You’re supposed to be following.”

“I can follow and touch you.”

“That’s a useful interpretation.”

I brushed my thumb over her nipple until it drew tight beneath my touch.

She guided my wrist lower. “Wash me.”

I took the soap.

Talia turned, giving me her back. I washed her shoulders, waist, and hips. Then she leaned against me and rubbed her ass slowly over my cock.

I gripped her hips. “You’re doing that on purpose.”

“I’m leading.”

“You’re making it difficult to follow.”

“I accept the challenge.”

She turned beneath my palms.

I brushed wet curls away from her eyes, and Talia rose onto her toes to kiss me.

Her tongue met mine while she pulled me closer. My cock pressed against her stomach.

She reached between us and wrapped her fingers around it.

I groaned into her mouth.

“That’s better,” she said.

“What is?”

“You’re making noise.”

“I wasn’t aware there was a requirement.”

“There is now.”

She stroked me again.

I slid my fingers between her thighs and found her clit.

Talia moaned and opened for me. I rubbed her slowly, then pushed two fingers into her pussy.

“Fuck,” she whispered.

I curled them inside her, and her hips pressed into my palm.

“That feels good.”

“You said you wanted me on the bench.”