suds and stuff [[closed to John for H&M]]

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Erica loves feeling like this. Like nothing is ever going to be wrong, and she can forget that she's in a village sometimes that likes to fuck with everyone. All that matters on nights like these are her and John

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John tidies up their personal dishes, puts the leftovers away, and bundles the serving dishes onto the room service tray and puts it outside the hotel room door.

Then he walks to their bedroom, closes the door, and takes his clothes off. Padding to the bathroom, he leans against the doorway, his intent was just to enjoy the view for a moment, but seeing Erica's hand traveling up her leg, he can't resist coming closer so that his hand can join in.

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"Hi," she grins, leaving her leg up in his hand. When he's naked, she can't help it, she has to stare, her eyes taking him in with the same gaze he has when he looks at her.

But she pulls her eyes up to his, finally. "Thank you for cleaning up for me."

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He's already hardening under her gaze as is it were a caressing hand. Smoldering eyes locked on hers, he climbs into the bath facing her and braces himself over her body on his arms.

"For us," he rumbles out, then dips his head to claim her mouth with his own.

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Sighing softly against his mouth, Erica shifts just a little so that they can both be comfortable.

"You know," she says in between kisses. "I'm having a hard time," kiss "Getting enough of your mouth."

Her hands cradle either side of his face, her tongue gliding over his.