She slumps against the sheets and I’m right behind her, making sure I don’t crush her.
“Oh my god,” she mumbles once we catch our breath.
“Yeah.” A weak chuckle leaves me. I run my fingers through her hair. “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
“No. That was amazing.”
She twists to face me with a pretty, fucked out smile. Something loosens in my chest. I kiss her gently.
“You relax. I’m going to clean you up and do all the work.”
I help her out of my coaching jacket, kissing each of her hands when I pull them free. Then I lift her into my arms. She hums and rests her head against my chest, tracing my jaw with her fingertips. I dip my head to brush my lips over hers.
In the bathroom, I put her down, keeping her steady against me while starting the shower. It warms up quickly and I help her step into the tub with me.
The water feels great raining over us. We stand beneath the spray holding each other. I rub her back and she places soft kisses on my chest.
Turning her around, I reach for a washcloth. One arm slides around her waist for support as I run it over her.
“Lean against me,” I encourage.
She tips her head back as I swipe it lightly between her legs. Her sigh is tinged with an echo of pleasure. I play with her pussy a little, but neither of us are inclined to go further. This is more about touching for the sake of it than wanting to make her come again. She needs rest.
“Close your eyes for me. I’m going to wash your hair.”
My chest expands with warmth when I use my shampoo on her. She’s used it once before when she forgot hers.
I take my time lathering her hair, pulling the suds through the wet strands and massaging her head.
“Oh,” she murmurs. “You’re good at that.”
“I’ll wash your hair for you anytime you want, sweetheart. Keep your eyes closed, I’m going to rinse.”
Once we’re clean, I switch the showerhead off and fill the tub. I guide her between my legs when we get in, kissing her cheek, her throat, her shoulder. Anywhere within reach.
She twines our fingers together and lays back. “I could stay like this forever.”
“Me too.”
We talk quietly about our lives when she brings up her next goals, but there’s no urge to fill the comfortable silences. It’s enough for both of us to enjoy each other’s company.
“I think it would be cool to have a storefront space for Sweet Luxe, you know? I put it down on my vision board. One that has a living space attached or above it would be great. What do you think?”
“Planning like that is still a new concept for me. But I think that would work.” As long as it’s with her.
“Imagine if a space opened up on Main Street Square? Somewhere we could fit all my crafts and your hockey gear. And where Knights players will fit when they inevitably drop by.”
I chuckle, enchanted by the life she paints. “And a dog, too.”
“Yeah! We definitely need to get you a dog.”
Eventually she falls asleep against my chest. I sit there for a while longer, chasing water droplets across her silky skin. When the water goes cold, I carry her out, careful not to wake her. Once I dry her off, then myself, I get her into bed.
Everything feels right with Eve.
The thought crosses my mind as I lay there with her tucked against me. This isn’t simply sex, it’s much deeper than superficial lust. My heart beats steadier when I’m around her. She makes me want to be the best version of myself to become everything she needs.
I kiss the top of her head and hold her closer. I never want to be apart from her.
