Lying next to Jerrica, after fucking her bare, after saying some very dirty things to her that I had an inkling hadn’t been said before, and the fact I wasn’t stupid, I knew I needed to either explain or make some contact.
I reached for her hand, intertwining her fingers with mine.
She gripped back.
“I’m not good at hugs or the after bit.” I turned my head, my heart racing almost as much as it was when I’d been inside her and about to come. “It’s why I’m not good at relationships. Part of the why.”
“Sleeping you is good at hugs.”
“What do you mean?”
She smiled. “I woke up in the night and you were asleep, still spooning me. You were cuddled up right behind me and your arms had me seat-belted in.”
“What did you do?” I squeezed her hand back.
“Snuggled back in and went back to sleep.” She turned over on her side, her hand coming back to mine once she’d moved. “Not going to lie, I kind of need something after that. This is fine; as long as you just don’t get off the bed and leave, I’m good.”
I was quiet, just looking at her, her blonde hair utterly mussed.
“You usually just go, don’t you?”
I didn’t deserve her smile.
“Usually, yes.” I wasn’t going to lie.
“Okay, how about this. I need a shower. That shower’s huge — why don’t you shower with me? Wash my back.”
“Because I’ll end up fucking you again.”
“That’s a bad thing how?” She sat up, her hands not even trying to cover up any of her skin.
I sat up too, something in me wanting to pull her close to me, something else wanting me to hide away.
She got off the bed, our combined wetness glistening between her legs, a shock of pride going through me at how I’d marked her so very intimately.
It had been years since I’d gone without a condom, not since I was young and even more stupid than I was now.
“Come, shower. Wash my back. Rinse my hair.” She walked around to me, offering her hand, comfortable with her nakedness, admiring mine. “I’ll do the same for you.”
It was intimacy with a purpose. Maybe she knew that, offering an in between.
I pretended to grouse as I got up, the sheets a messy white puddle at the bottom of the bed. I took her hand and let her lead me into the bathroom, the daylight now streaming through the window. I didn’t notice anything else, except Jerrica’s bare ass and her long, now messy, curly blonde hair walking in front of me, leading me into the shower.
She turned it on, spraying us both with cold water at first, our laughter bouncing off the walls. I was starting to get hard again, the sight of her tits and the mark I’d left near her neck making me become focused on one thing.
The water warmed up. Jerrica stood under the spray, droplets running down her hair and over her tits, her nipples hardening again.
For a minute, I watched her, not needing to hide my gaze. She started to lather up her hands, then rubbed them over her skin, her arms, her breasts.
I swallowed, a lump hard in my throat. Something else was hard too.
“Let me.”
She handed me her soap. My pulse fluttered as I rolled it in my hands before putting it down, then running my palms over her skin as gently as I could, kneeling to wash her skin on her ass and then her legs, my fingers lingering as I washed the place where I’d just been, her pussy still slick with my cum.
My dick was hard, keen to be back in there, half my instincts wanting to turn her around and press her back against the tiles, picking her up so her legs wrapped around my waist and I could drive into her.
The other half, the side I didn’t recognise, wanted to do this slowly.
