Natasha couldn’t help but chuckle against his lips. Maybe they prevent the sand and sunscreen from getting on the sheets, but she doubted the bed would be clean by the time they were done tonight.

She counted the kiss as a victory even though the game wasn’t done, but in doing so she could give in a little more without losing. The logic worked well enough in her lust hazed mind. Sucking on his tongue, dragging her teeth over his lip, she let out a small yelp when his hands first “accidentally” brushed her nipples. She wanted to help him rub the soap over his body, wanted to run her hands over every smooth expanse of skin, but she flattened them on the wall behind him instead, angling the upper half of her body away but pressing herself a little harder against his leg.

“It is a quality that comes in handy,” she purred, gyrating her hips just slightly before forcing herself to stop and take a step back. “Now why don’t you take a few extra minutes in here and meet me in the bedroom?” It seemed silly to get dressed even in the slightest at this point, but wasn’t that the point of lingerie? It never was worn for long.