The growing tension was more than palpable between them. It was painful, and while Qian Meng stood and watched Mo Qingchen rinse the last of the shampoo in his hair, she literally couldn't keep her hands to herself any longer.

  "Waaaah. You're so hard," she marveled, wrapping her hand around the erection jutting out straight at her. He hissed at the sudden contact and twitched in her hand.

  "Being without you for more than a few days is unhealthy for me. My balls hurt!"

  Qian Meng laughed softly, stroking upwards once, making him moan.

  "I think I can relieve this ache." She squeezed a little harder with her second stroke. This time, his moan was louder.

  "Careful, baby." He brought his head up from under the spray of water and looked down as he opened his eyes to watch her hand. "I'm ready to go off like a rocket launcher."

  She cackled at the thought. "Are you?"

  Because she wouldn't be herself if she didn't push his boundaries, she stroked him twice more, firm and fast.

  "Fuck, Qian Meng, I am serious. I already know I am going to lose it before I can get you in bed." Another stroke and she had him whimpering. "This isn't helping."

  "So, come now." He put his hand against the wall next to them, his muscles straining. "You'll last longer that way. I am not looking for a quick lay."

  "Oh, yeah? Getting frisky when the children are not home?" he asked.

  She stroked faster, finding a rhythm. "Yeah." She worked him with firm, deliberate strokes, faster and faster until he was rocking his hips into her hand.

  "Fuck," he growled, sending a rush of blood straight down to where she really wanted him.

  "Don't hold back," she encouraged.

  She kept her tempo as his breathing grew harsher. He reached up to tug on his hair and his whole body seemed to harden.

  He twitched in her hand again and with a jerk of his hips, she knew that he was close. It was time to reel the fish in.

  She stepped closer and reached beneath where the other hand worked him to take hold of his balls. It worked like a charm. She cupped him with the gentlest of pressure and right away, he was spilling his release all over her hand and wrist with one of the most erotic sounds she had ever heard from him. It was raw and guttural.

  "Christ, woman…"

  Qian Meng smiled as she leaned forward and kissed him on the chest. She stepped around him to wash the semen off her hand. He moved out of the way, turning to lean back against the wall and tossing his head back as his breathing slowly returned to normal.

  "Feel better?" she teased as she turned off the water.

  He picked his head up to look at her with a boyish grin. "Much."

  Qian Meng pushed the glass door open just enough to reach out and grab their towels off the hook. "Glad that I was of service," she answered as she handed him his.

  "That wasn't service. That was straight-up seduction."

  She rolled her eyes as she rubbed the towel over her body quickly and bent over to dry her hair.

  She nearly fell forward on the tile when Mo Qingchen pushed a finger into her from behind.

  "Whoa…" He steadied her with an arm around her waist before she could slip. "You okay?"

  "Yes. I just wasn't expecting that. I mean, you can't put your fingers in people without warning," she said as she straightened up.

  "You're wet," he said in form of explanation.

  Qian Meng turned to face him. "We were just in the shower. Of course, I am wet."

  "You know what I mean." He lifted his hand to her breast, smearing the lubrication from her arousal over her nipple in a circle. "You're wet for me. Getting me off turned you on." He spoke in a low voice.

  "It did." She breathed in sharply as her already hard nipples tightened in response to his touch. "But I was wet before that," Qingchen hummed in appreciation, his lips burling up in a seductive smile. "You're not the only one who has been deprived, you know?"

  "Have you missed me, baby?" he muttered so softly that Qian Meng almost couldn't make out what he had said.

  He stepped closer to her and she swallowed as anticipation coursed through her.

  "I miss you any second that you are not with me."

  He turned his hand and covered her breath with it, squeezing it gently in his palm. "I don't even remember how long it has been since you were inside me."

  He slid his hand from her breast and up her chest to her collarbone. Finally, he cupped the side of her neck. "I know the feeling."

  They stared at each other for half a second before he slipped his hand around to hold the back of her neck, guiding her mouth to his and he leaned forward to kiss her.

  There was nothing innocent about the way his lips moved. He kissed her with purpose. He kissed her with longing and promise and passion of two lovers coming back together after a long time. He kissed her with love, and when he picked her up and pressed her back against the tile wall, it didn't matter where they were.

  Everything around them melted away. It was just him and her. She gave no thought to the towel she dropped on the shower floor. The time she had been without him, or anything in between.

  He was semi-hard and getting harder against her thigh, an impressive recovery time but unsurprising given the circumstance. He held her ass firmly in his hands, and she held onto him with her legs around his waist and her arms around his shoulder. She was practically clawing at him as she moaned into his mouth. His tongue against her was soft and teasing.

  Everything about his touch was passionate but controlled. He knew that her body was still not fully recovered and he took great care to be gentle with her.

  Qian Meng, on the other hand, was downright needy. He broke away and moved his lips to her neck with tantalizing kisses and all she wanted was to shove him down to the shower floor and hop on for a ride.

  "Darling," she whimpered.

  "What do you want, my goddess?" he rasped against her neck. "Tell me."