Body wash was next.
“You’re going to have to let me go,” I told her.
She did without issue, her arms dropping from my back to her side. I began lightly washing her shoulders with the exfoliating sponge and body wash. Her skin was smooth. Soapy bubbles ran down her chest.
Her perky nipples hardened as I washed her. She held her arms out for me to scrub one by one. She shivered slightly as I passed over her stomach and sides, and I noted she was ticklish. I turned her around by her hips wordlessly to wash her back.
The process of washing her was simultaneously relaxing; it quieted a part of my mind while also being erotic in a quiet sort of way. I didn’t feel the need to take her and fuck her like I was running some sort of race. I wanted to take my time to enjoy her; I wasn’t even sure I wanted to go further than washing her.
I shoved her forward a little, and she wobbled before she caught herself, both hands against the glass of the shower, and I pushed her legs apart.
I kissed behind her ear.
“Good girl,” I praised and then peppered kisses from her shoulder down her spine as I crouched.
I washed her round butt and down her thighs, lifting each of her feet to wash.
She stifled a laugh when I got between her toes. I worked my way back up until I was standing fully behind her again. The sponge was set aside.
“You missed a spot,” she said. It was the first words she had spoken since I had pulled her up from the living room floor. I was surprised when she spoke. I had begun to think perhaps she had lost her voice.
“Did I?” I asked and pressed myself more against her back, my hands hugging her ribs, fingers teasing the edges of her tits.
“Yeah,” she breathed heavily.
“Hmmm,” I hummed as I danced my fingers down her sides, enjoying the way she shivered under my light touch until I reached her hips.
I pulled her hips back against me to create more space between her and the glass before I dipped around her navel and down to her mons.
“I was saving the messiest for last,” I told her and pushed further down between her labia, over her clit that I could feel was swollen and neglected, and down to tease her entrance, which was still ready and waiting for me.
Water ran down my arm and hand and over her.
She pressed her ass against me, trying to change the angle to push me inside.
I moved away from her entrance and cleaned her mons with the residual soap on her body and with fresh water between her labia and entrance. When I removed my hands and body from her to wash myself, she made the most delicious, disappointed whimper.
I laughed.
“You’re a tease,” she complained.
I only smiled while I washed myself.
After the shower without complaint, she allowed me to dry her, hugging the towel to herself for warmth as I took care of myself.
She followed me dutifully and naked out of the bathroom and to my room. I noticed how she looked around with interest.
“You’ve never been in here?” I asked.
“No,” she said.
“Not even had a look around when I’ve been out?” I asked, a little surprised.
“That would be an invasion of privacy,” she replied. “Have you been in my room when I’m not in?” she asked quickly like it had only just occurred to her that I might have.
I laughed but didn’t answer, instead choosing a pair of loose-fitting workout shorts and a tank for myself and an oversized top, which would be more like a dress on Harriet.
She lifted her arms without needing instruction, and I pulled it over her head.
