A red tornado

There's nowhere else he wants to be right now. He jerks right back into her at every pull, always firm, always hard, bracing one hand on the edge of the tub and wrapping his other arm around her waist, giving no respite from the pistoning of his hips. He's never still, using his whole body to press down on her and let them rub together, because if he's going to do this properly then he wants her all over him, everywhere.