"Or what," she said, leaning in to drag teeth over a soaped up shoulder. Scrubbing at his back, she lowered to her knees, grinning at the slicked up butt at face level, hands lathering them up before moving down to his legs.

Suds were dripping from him, pooling in the bottom of the shower before swirling down the drain. On her knees, she kept scrubbing at his legs, fingers sliding up and teasing against the cleft of his ass before she gave one of the cheeks a small slap.

"Turn back around."