Larissa's POV
My spine curved as his thumb traced circles over my most sensitive spot while his fingers moved with relentless precision. "God, yes, right there."
"You love this, don't you? Love feeling me inside you like this?"
"Yes," I breathed, grinding against his touch. "But I need more than just your fingers."
"Such a demanding little thing. Never satisfied with what I give you."
"How can I be?" My hand found him beneath the warm water, stroking his length until he sucked in a sharp breath. "Not when you're offering me this."
"Christ, Larissa," he growled as I worked my palm over his tip. "Keep doing that and I'll take you right here in this tub."
"Maybe that's exactly what I want." I shifted to face him, water splashing as I positioned myself over his lap, feeling him press against where I ached for him most. "Why should we wait?"
