"Good," he murmured, his hand coming up to rest gently on her wrist, guiding her rhythm without forcing it.
"Just like that. Feel how it responds to your touch. How it grows harder for you."
Raani's lips parted on a soft, shaky exhale.
She continued washing him, her hand moving in long, slow strokes from base to head, her other hand cupping and gently massaging his balls with the same careful attention. The water swirled around them, small waves lapping at their skin. Every movement of her hand drew a low sound of approval from Jake's throat, and each sound made her own body respond—her core clenching and her thighs pressing together beneath the water.
When he spoke again, his voice was velvet over steel.
"Now use your mouth, Raani."
She froze for a moment, eyes widening. But the command in his tone, combined with the gentle way his hand cupped the back of her head, steadied her.
