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I’m spilling wine in the bathtub
You kiss my face
— Dress, Taylor Swift
Donna cradles his cheek, bubbles dripping down his chin and she laughs, taking the glass out of his hand to gulp a generous helping of wine before returning it to him, a coy smile on her lips.
They’re facing each other, legs intertwined and the tub is just barely big enough to fit two full-grown adults — but even if it wasn’t, it wouldn’t matter, because she’s half on his lap anyway, inner thighs rubbing up against his half-hard dick under the swirl of bubbles.
Harvey is engrossed in the rise and fall of her chest, takes a handful of bubbles and drips the soapy water down her sternum, her breasts perfect peaks along each side. He holds them in his hands, feeling their weight, squeezing and he leans forward to flick his tongue over one and she moans slow and deep.
The wine jostles in his hands as she pulls his head down closer to her chest, he bites and she yelps, water sloshing over the side of the tub while she straddles him fully.
Her swollen sex brushes his cock and the wine tips over completely, immersed in the bubbles and Donna snorts with laughter, comments “we’re making a mess” as he curves his palm around her ass and fingers her from behind, hitting her sweet spot and causing her to jerk so abruptly they propel backward and he hits his head on the tile.
“Fuck!” He rubs the back of his skull until Donna’s hands join his, lips pressed to his jawline.
“I’ll kiss it and make it better.”
“I might need more than a kiss,” he pouts good-naturedly.
“Do that again and we’ll see,” she tells him, dragging his hand back down to bury in her folds and oh, fuck, he bites down on her shoulder while she writhes from his touch.
Baths are much more fun with Harvey.
She can deal with the extra mess.