Chapter 57—

Lexie's lips started to move with as much vigour as his, her arms coming up to circle his neck, her inquisitive fingers grabbing onto his head of black hair. She felt as light as a feather, all her troubles and worries dispersing into the passion of the kiss and all her insecurities washed away with the water that rained down on them both. Zheme was soaking wet, his clothes serving as an obstruction to block her from touching him skin to skin, to wholly feel him. It has been so long since she had seen his chest, since she had caressed his bare back. Every time he touched her, she'd always be the one completely naked, giving him the pleasure of exploring her. But what about her exploration? Why can't her fingers take a trip down his bare chest? Why can't her nails dig into his back? And why can't her palm encase the hardness of his rod? Lexie wanted to go on an erotic adventure too, she wanted to touch him and pleasure him as much as he did her, but he was being unfair. Pulling away fro