Johanna does one better.

“I feel very clean now, King.” Johanna said, “Thank you for your hard work.”

“Are you sure?” King asked, moving a hand down to pointedly grope her healthy rear.

“I’m sure,” Johanna said, “My turn.”

King shrugged. “If you insist.”

“I do,” Johanna said, “And since I don’t have a cloth or sponge handy, I’m going to have to improvise.”

King release Johanna, and she circled around him for a moment, examining her task. Her mind made up, she took King’s hand in hers, raised it to her mouth, and stared him dead in the eyes as she began licking his fingers, one by one. “A tongue bath,” King remarked, a hint of a smirk playing at his lips, “Don’t miss anything.”

Johanna’s eyes glinted jovially, but her tongue was too busy to form a reply. Her lips occasionally got involved, too, but for the most part it was her tongue doing the hard work of cleaning off King’s fingers, hand, and arm. She got in some chest groping of her own before working her tongue across his firm pecs, lick by lick. King let out a pleased sigh, clearly enjoying Johanna’s warm tongue. His satisfaction only urged Johanna on.

Given that he was just swimming through the crystal-clear water of the pool, most of what Johanna tasted on King’s flesh was clean water, but there was a hint of that masculine, musky flavor beneath. Working her way down his other arm, now, she wondered if she was taking too long or teasing him too much, but King hadn’t voiced a complaint so far. Still, she worked a little faster, and licked with more obvious hunger and sensuality before moving on.

Next she moved over the muscles of his back, upper, then lower, then around to his abdomen. His abdominal muscles had lots of fun ridges and creases to run her tongue along, and King seemed especially sensitive there, occasionally letting out sharp, surprised breaths. Soon his entire upper body had received the attention it needed, but Johanna still had one above-water location she had left untongued. Wrapping her arms around King’s shoulder and head to keep him in place, Johanna began licking her way up his throat. King showed remarkable composure, and maintained a straight face even as Johanna licked at his jaws and the edge of his mouth. Only when she pressed her lips to his and let out a low, hungry moan did he part his lips and begin to kiss her in earnest.

The pretense of bathing temporarily abandoned, King was no longer passive. He owned her mouth with his own, and one of his hands returned to her ample bottom to grope and squeeze. His other pinched at one of Johanna’s nipples, causing her to squeal in surprise and lust. From there, it was an easy matter for him to maneuver her to his liking, and Johanna soon felt the edge of the pool against her back as she was pushed to the wall.

The cool water was nowhere near sufficient to calm the pair’s lusts, and the kiss gradually grew more heated. Johanna’s hands lovingly roamed King’s firm shoulders and chest, and he eventually buried one of his between her legs to excite her sex. Johanna’s moans became whimpers, and whimpers became pathetic, voiceless whispers spoken between kisses, pleading and begging for more.

“More what, whore?” King asked, eventually stopping the kisses entirely.

Johanna whimpered and pressed her vulva pointedly into his hand, but soon he withdrew that, too, leaving her panting and wanton at the edge of the pool. “Please, King.”

King raised an eyebrow, “Do you want my cock, whore?”

Johanna was beyond civility or restraint. “Yes, damn it!”

“Fine,” He said, “But here’s what you need to do for me…”