He seemed to be talking to himself -- Tejasswi barely heard him over the rushing water.

But his words proved unnecessary for her to hear; his hands were the ones to emphasize his thoughts.

As he ran them down her body from behind, from the sides of her breasts, inwardly to the curve of her waist, and out again over her ass.

Now, being his wife it doesn't really made a difference for her whether he touch her waist - face or even ass.

Then, just as suddenly as he'd started, he stopped, and went back to what he'd been doing before.

The abrupt changes leaving Tejasswi'z body quivering.

After making sure he had gotten the entirety of her back, he stopped at her waist bone, and moved around to her stomach.

Karan came up close behind her so that he could better reach her front, and she could feel him pressing against her ass.

Tejasswi gave a start, surprised at feeling the sudden hardness of him against her after all the soft touches.

Tejasswi : Karan, are you—?

Karan : Shhh. I'm not finished, yet, baby.

He whispered in her ear, his lips brushing the outer rim of her body.

What he had been doing so far had been pleasant.

But knowing he was standing behind her, getting hard, pushed her past pleasant and turned her on.

Now she was getting wet.

His hands paused for a moment on her abdomen, drawing her attention back to them.

He began moving up to her breasts.

She inhaled sharply as she felt his left arm snake around her waist, making sure there was no space between her back and his chest now.

She was only distracted by the movement for a moment before she felt the loofah begin to massage her breasts.

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