little love in the tub

The tub fills up quickly enough with warm water. Shelly eagerly hops into the water, dipping herself up to her lips in the water and sighing contently through her nose. You strip down to nothing to match her in that sense, starting to step in when you stop. She blinks at you curiously, and you back up and get a short run before jumping in much like she did. You make a bigger splash, but it seems to delight her as she laughs out loud.

“Very impressive! I see my master’s quite my match.”
“I’d sure hope so,” you say. You take her webbed hand beneath the water. “Because I feel the same way about you.”
You kiss her full lips and pull her against you in the warm water. She breathes deeply in surprise, her breasts puffing out and nearly doubling in size against your chest and pressing her slightly away from you. Her long tongue sticks out from her lips, still lapping at your lips hungrily.

“Master,” she whispers dreamily, eyes closing a bit in pleasure from your deep kiss. You decide not to leave her with just that.
“It gets better,” you assure her, running your hands up her slick stomach. Her skin feels especially warm, susceptible to the change in temperature from the water, you presume. Her body shivers at your delicate, teasing touch. “Ohhh!” she moans when you cup her breasts, nipples extending without any aid from her inflating abilities. You press up against her, letting your hard member press against her smooth thigh and rub over her leg.

She lets out a croaking sort of purr, a soft and bubbly sound, as she runs a hand down her leg to stroke your manhood with her slick hands, which you’re suddenly very appreciative of.
“I want you,” she says softly, meeting your eyes.
“I want you.”