I swear my vision frayed at the edges as I filled the condom. Unable to hold myself up any longer, I let my hips drop on top of Cade’s, not giving a fuck that his hand and cum were still mashed between us.
Quiet filled the space around us, broken only by our slowly calming breaths.
“Just give me a minute. I’ll get off you,” I promised.
I must have sounded as wrecked as I felt because Cade’s chest expanded, followed by a rough chuckle that had him squeezing my sensitive cock.
He brought his hands up into my hair, brushing the strands through his fingers and rubbing my scalp with his fingertips.
“Don’t move on my account.”
Cade’s legs, which had been pressed against my sides, slid up to allow him to cross his ankles, emphasizing his point.
I lifted my head to look into his eyes, framed by his much longer, sweat-soaked red curls plastered against his face.
He whined in protest as I reached down to grab the condom, carefully withdrawing from him as gently as possible.
Cade’s lithe form melded with the mattress, looking like he had zero intention of moving.
I half-stumbled off the bed, reaching out my hand to pull him up.
“C’mon. This is just the first part of our evening.”
After dragging a very uncooperative, yet clingy, Cade into the hot shower in my bathroom, I was determined to wash him head to toe.
I positioned him under the showerhead, barely noticing the cool air nipping at the skin on the back of my body.
Running my fingers through the soapy curls on Cade’s head took precedence over my body’s temperature.
“Close your eyes, sweetheart.”
His eyes fluttered shut.
“You don’t have to do this, babe,” he slurred slightly.
Cade attempted to bring one of his hands up to assist with his hair before I playfully slapped it down.
Goddamn. Fucked-out Cade was sexy.
Seeing him sated, unguarded, and calling me the nickname he so rarely used with ease had me wishing I could get him back into bed and have him fuck me for our round two.
“Nah, Cade baby. You let me take care of you now,” I cajoled as I gripped his jaw to tilt his head back to rinse the shampoo away. The nickname worked its magic and turned him into a puddle in my arms.
“Not fair.” He pouted.
Maybe not. But I loved seeing him calm and content like this, trusting me to do right by him, both physically and emotionally.It settled something deep inside me when he allowed me care for him outside of the bedroom.
Grabbing the body wash, I washed away the sweat and cum from his body, making sure to touch every possible inch of his skin as I did the job.
By the time he was mostly clean, Cade’s eyes were looking more awake, and he shyly held my gaze as I washed his cock and ass with extra gentleness, wanting to reassure myself he wasn’t hurting.
I lifted an eyebrow as I swirled my finger around his rim.
“It’s fine,” he insisted.
“Good.”
I closed the distance between our mouths to give him a slow, deep kiss before pulling back and wrapping my arms around his waist.
