Zhao Tian hummed against her neck and slowly withdrew his hand, resting it on her abdomen.
He nuzzled deeper into the side of her neck, brushing his lips against the damp skin just beneath her ear.
Yan Zijin let out a quiet breath and, almost without thinking, tilted her head slightly to the side, giving him more access.
His hands rose through the water.
Both of his palms cupped the full weight of her breasts from below, lifting them.
Then his fingers found her nipples. He pinched them firmly between thumbs and forefingers and pulled upward, stretching the sensitive peaks and the soft flesh around them.
The heavy mounds elongated slightly under his pull before he released the tension just enough to squeeze her entire breasts tightly in his palms.
A soft, involuntary sound escaped her throat "Y-you are so rough with it... I have told you, my nipples are sensitive, disciple..."
Zhao Tian kept his face buried against her neck, nuzzling and kissing the damp skin.
