I jumped in the shower while I waited for our food to be delivered. Turning on the faucet, I waited for the room to fill with steam before stepping under the stream. Falling in huge, heavy drops, the hot water felt so good against my aching shoulders. Resting my head against the cool tiles, I let my tired eyes fall closed when I felt a cool breeze against my bare butt.
A hand touched the centre of my back, and a strangled groan was torn from the back of my throat. I was exhausted. There was absolutely no way I was up for another round right now. Shame my traitorous dick didn’t get the message, twitching at the idea.
“Claire…I…” I couldn’t even get the words out.
What sort of loser chump boy turns down a chick like Claire when she’s asking for sex? Only an idiot that’s who. An idiot…and me.
“Breathe, big boy.” She smiled, stepping under the stream of water and letting it rain down through her hair and over her magnificent tits. “We’re just getting cleaned up.” With her hands on my hips, she lifted up on her toes and kissed me lightly on the lips.
“What if I prefer getting you all dirty?”
“Feed me first. Then we’ll see what we can do about that.” With a salacious grin and mischievous wink, Claire turned her back to me and poured a glob of shower gel into her palm.
Tonight was going to be a good night.
A good good night.
