Zach spread my cheeks and buried himself deeper and deeper with every shove before turning me around, lifting one leg up in the air and pressing his cock back up inside me while fondling my own.
I jerked faster. My toes curled, trying to grip harder against the porcelain floor of the shower. My fingers twitched around my pulsing cock and dream-Zach sent his hands to explore my body, my neck, my face.
As he gripped my jaw and made me look at him, he thrusted inside me and I watched him come undone as I blew my load and my cum painted my bathroom tiles creamy white.
I panted.
I tried to compose myself as the air around me got chillier and I turned up the heat of the water in an effort to warm myself, but it only made my breathing harder.
Thankfully, by the time I was out of the bathroom, I was somewhat back to normal again and there were no hints of what I’d done in private.
“Any hot water left? I’d love to take a shower too,” he said from my bedroom door, making me jump.
My cheeks felt warmer and my back tensed as I turned to look at him. It was amazing how much of his features I could picture in detail when I’d been touching myself. I almost feared that it had really happened. Or that he’d caught me somehow.
“Yeah. There’s plenty,” I answered and I couldn’t help but feel so much guilt for abusing his perfect little image like that in my head.
I finished getting dressed and returned to the kitchen so I could catch up with work on my laptop.
Whilst Warren had helped with deliveries while I was down, there were still a few pending and I checked on my jam stock and my pantry for ingredients for my blueberry pies.
Zach came out of the bathroom as I taped shut a box of jams ready to haul it to the car. He glared at me.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
“What does it look like I’m doing? Getting back to work.”
He put his hands to his hips and sighed.
“Are you sure? Maybe we should call Ari. See if he gives you the green light.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“I’m not a car stuck in traffic. I know my body,” I said and fearing I might have come across too harshly, I walked up to him and took his hand in mine. “Thank you for your concern. You have been really so sweet taking care of me while I was sick. I honestly don’t know what I’d have done without you.”
“Probably wouldn’t be sick,” he mumbled and I chuckled.
“Still. You’ve been amazing. But I need to get back to work. I’m okay. I’m feeling a hundred times better than I did two days ago and it’s all thanks to you.”
“And those magical little pills,” he added.
“Yup. Those helped too.” I smiled and before I could stop myself, I squeezed his cheek between my fingers. “I’ll see you later, for lunch?” I said, pulling away.
He pouted.
“Actually, do you mind if I join you?”
My smile dropped.
“Zach, you know it’s dangerous.”
He rolled his eyes.
“I know. I’m fully aware, but…I miss people. I miss my life.” He stopped and took a deep breath as if composing himself then continued, “I know you’re scared for me.I’m scared for me. But I can’t hide away forever.”
“I’m not asking you to hide?—”
“Yeah, I know. But I need…I need to do things. My insurance asked me to stop by to sign some papers last week, but you were sick and I knew you wouldn’t let me go?—”
