Though it was momentarily difficult to stand, he rubbed her shoulders.“How about a shower?”he suggested.
“I can wait until after you’ve had one,” she replied.
“We can do it together.And I want to remove that plug.”
She turned over and looked at him.“Every time I think I can keep up with you, you add something new to the mix.”
“No secrets between us,” he said.
“But—”
“Shower.”He discarded the condom then helped her up, making sure she was steady before they went to the master bedroom.
“What about our clothes?”
“I need to come back to clean up the room,” he said.“I’ll get them then.”
He liked watching her walk naked through his house.The idea of seeing her do it every day was an idea that could fuel dozens of fantasies.
While he turned on the faucet and adjusted the temperature, she scooped up handfuls of hair and clipped it atop her head, and he noticed her looking in the mirror to see if he’d left any marks on body.“Nothing that will bruise,” he said.
“From what that paddle felt like, it should have.”
He checked the heat one last time before stepping into the shower stall.She joined him a few seconds later.“Put your hands on the far wall,” he said.“And spread your legs.”
“I…” She closed her mouth.Silently, without telling him yes, she did as instructed.
He grasped the base of the plug and pulled it out in a single movement.“Not so bad.”
“All of this stuff is easy for you to say,” she protested, turning back to face him with a scowl.She plucked the toy from his grasp and rinsed it.
“I could put it back in and pull it out again, repeating until you do it without complaint.”
“You’d really do that?”
He captured her chin.“As many times as it took for you to get over your hesitation.”
She made a show of pretending to button her mouth.
“Good call.”He grabbed his bar of soap, lathered it then ran his hands over her body.
As he cupped her breasts, she closed her eyes and gripped his wrists.He lazily made circles on her flesh and gently squeezed her nipples.Her knees weakened, but he didn’t stop, relentlessly soaping her until she opened her eyes.The hazel color had turned smoky and inviting.“You are one responsive woman,” he said.
“For the right man, Sir.”
Holy Christ.Even though he had fucked her less than twenty minutes ago, he was ready again.
He moved his hands lower to wash her abdomen and legs.Then he turned her around to wash her back.He took down the showerhead to rinse between her legs, and he used his hand to be sure he’d removed all the lube.
“You’re thorough,” she said.
“I may have told you that I take care of mine,” he replied.
She slowly pivoted to face him again.“Should I return the favor?”Without waiting for an answer, she picked up the bar of soap that he’d slid back into the holder.
As he had with her, she took her time washing him, and she spent an extraordinary amount of time on his genitalia.
“May I?”She held out her hand for the showerhead, and he offered it to her.
