Astrid's pov
He continued to gingerly squeeze my boob while not breaking off the conversation even once, talking about casual mundane things as steam rose up and the sense of lavender was being soaked up by his own masculine musk, masking it intensely.
“So we were discussing what new flowers to plant in the garden. Anyway, we're trying to look at all of this positively…in a fresh light, you know new beginnings?”
This would have been a rather wholesome conversation if his fingers were not rubbing my hardened nub between them.
“What do you think?” he asked curiously as his member was quickly rising to its full potential.
“Ummm…. Roses?”
“Those are a little too basic…why don't we just feel the garden with all of your favorite flowers instead?” His other hand went underwater, dipping
