[ His slow, teasing touch leaves a wake of heat over her skin, tingling and prickling with nerves all at once; Sumina has yet to fully embrace tonight's particular flavor of debauchery, though it's becoming oh, so much harder when his voice has gone gravelly, when his body freshly toned from exercise presses in so close, and when water remains beaded and streaming over her skin, glistening in the starlight filtering through the skylights, following every contour of his sculpted figure...

...Stars above, how is it that this man is her husband? And how is it that he knows just how to slip through her every defense and hesitation?

Still, she can't succumb to him that easily. Even as his wet fingers press onward, causing her to shudder when the moisture chills over her skin, she angles her head just so that their lips only brush against each other so very slightly. ]

And what am I to do, when my husband is as reckless as you? Someone else could have seen you like this, you know.

[ It's reckless, when the sight of him like this should only be hers, and hers alone to appreciate. ]

You ought to be grateful I found you...