“Good. It’s been torture for me too.”
“Spa day isn't over yet, you little tease.” I got sidetracked and forgot about the mud masks.
“What else could you have planned?” Ivory spins, grabbing the soap. She starts lathering my body while I shampoo her hair. I’m struck by the intimacy and tenderness of the action. This is our first shower together but there’s no awkwardness. It’s like we’ve been doing this together for years. We finish as the water turns cold. I wrap Ivory in a towel first, leaning down and kissing her forehead. Reaching for another towel, I quickly dry off and wrap the towel low around my waist.
“It’s so hot when guys do that,” Ivory says, using another towel to dry her hair. Taking it from her, I take over.
“What’s hot?”
“The towel. Slung low over your hips. Your V on display and the outline of your dick behind the fabric. It’s such a tease.”
“Mmm, no teasing. I can’t help it that you’re insatiable.”
“Actually you can. This was your doing.” She laughs. There’s no heat in her words. It’s a weak argument anyway.
“I’m glad you’re obsessed with me.” She doesn’t argue or correct me, just walks to the vanity.
“What’s the rest of this spa day you have planned?” She picks up the mud masks I set out. “Masks?”
“I thought you might like them. It’s not a facial but it’s close, right?”
A soft smile plays on her lips. “Yes, Preston. These are great. I love masks.”
“Good,” I breathe out, a bit relieved.
“Will you do one with me?” Ivory’s eyes light up with the question.
I already know I won’t deny her but I still dodge. “Do a mud mask with you?”
“They are really good for your skin.” I raise an eyebrow at her. “I promise! It’ll be fun.”
“Oh, well I can’t ruin your fun, can I?” I’m incapable of saying no to this woman. If she wants to wipe mud all over my face, I’ll smile while she does it.
“Nope,” she says with a pop. “I’m going to get dressed and then it’s facial time.” I can’t help that another type of facial comes to mind when she says it.
Following her into the bedroom, I watch as she dresses in sweatpants and a shirt. She’s carefree and happy. It hits me in the chest that I had a small part in putting that look on her face. Bouncing back into the bathroom before I can finish getting dressed, Ivory thumbs through the options.
“You really thought of everything, didn’t you?”
“I was a bit lost in the store so I bought a little of everything,” I admit.
“Preston, don’t downplay it. You went all out. And you surprised me. This is the most thoughtful thing anyone has ever done for me.” Ivory presses a kiss to my cheek. “Thank you,” she whispers earnestly.
“Did you find the one you want?”
“Yes, you can do this one.” She hands me a black charcoal mud mask.
“How do I do it?” This will be my first mud mask. I could read the directions but I am hoping she volunteers. She grabs the mask back and sets it on the counter.
“I’ll help. Let me do mine first,” she says, spinning back to face the mirror.
Positioning myself behind her, I hold her hips and watch her wet her face then dip her fingers into the package. With a glob of mud on her fingers, she paints the mud onto her face, careful to avoid her eyes and lips. Once her face is fully covered, Ivory rinses her hands and turns to face me.
“Your turn.” She looks silly but still beautiful with the blue-ish green mask on her face.
“This is a great look on you.”
“Still attracted to me?” she asks. Lifting her by the hips, I set her on the countertop and step between her open legs.
