You lifted your head from his neck, hands slipping on his thighs as you opened them to nestle in between.
"It's waterproof! I'm testing it, now...stay still"
You resumed your exploration of slick skin. Nudging his jaw with your nose to open up more temping wet flesh. Stupid shirt and tie. Soaking wet and in the way.
"B-but why do you...I mean is testing it n-now the most appropriate t-time...?"
You rolled your eyes, silencing him with a swift kiss to his pulse point. Moving to the hinge of his jaw, the blush of his cheeks, the dripping forehead. You quickly swooped down to press a kiss to wet lips. Hands digging into his thighs as they shook beneath you, soft whimpers trapped between your mouths.
You pulled back, admiring your work with a smile. Red lipstick stains his face and neck. Clear and defined except for his lips, which were smudged and bright red.
You reached up a hand, cupping his chin and running your thumb over his bottom lip.
"G-good...um t-thank you. I really should be-i mean I have w-work...."
He tried to point to the mop and bucket next to him, but his gloved hands slipped on the concrete floor.
"Two minutes, I just want to test one more thing..."
Your hands returned to his thighs, spreading them even wider as you trailed kisses down his chest. Latex of the suit mixed with his own seeping waters slick and sweet on your tongue.
He was shaking like a leaf as you went further, and further. Down, down, down. Kisses on his chest, his waist, his hips, his-
"O-oh! Godn-shi-fuc-oh lord"
You smiled as his hands gripped your hair. Shooting up so quickly as lips only just brushed his inner thigh.
"You're cute when your flustered"
"I'm...? Huh, o-oh...s-sorry you're just...and I'm just...I've never..."
Water was dripping faster. Ginger hair stuck to his forehead, his temples, in teasing curls. Goggles fogged over blue eyes. Lips parted and panting. Lipstick stains enduring through it all.
You moved down, gently hooking the crook of his knee over your shoulder. The other stretched out and stuck fast against your hip. Opening him up in such a tempting way that you couldn't resist but plant a barrage of slow firm kisses to the teasing budgle in front of you.
His hands tightened. Bucking with a sequel like whimper into your lips. Bulge growing ever so slightly. Soft flesh becoming firm beneath hot breaths.
You reached up a thumb, smuge testing the last few marks in front of you.
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