If I was going to be here for a long time, I wanted Anna at my side.
Against my body.
On my cock.
Cooking food with me.
And yes, even chasing me around with that fucking pickle breath of hers.
Anything to her laughter following me around while my bones grew old.
I walked us into the bathroom for the bedroom she stayed in, and it wasn’t as big as I wished for her to have. I mean, it was decent enough, but the two of us would really have to maneuver around one another in the shower to make it work. I mean, Ididn’t give a shit one bit. Feeling her against me again? Sign me the fuck up for whenever. But she deserved more than this. More than being pushed out of her own space.
“Come,” I said as I perched her on the bathroom countertop, “I’ll get us a hot shower started.”
“Yessss,” she hissed as she immediately pulled her shirt over her head. “More nakey time.”
My gaze shamelessly dropped to her tits as she unharnessed them. I licked my lips. “As much nakey time as you want.”
“Bee?”
I kept staring. “Mhm?”
“You, uh,” she giggled softly, “gonna start that shower?”
I didn’t turn away as I shoved my hand into the shower, fumbling around for the water nozzle. “Yep.”
She giggled a bit more. “A little to the left.”
My gaze moved to the left. She had a nice left tit. It was a bit bigger than?—
She laughed. “Your hand, Bee. You need to move your hand to the left. You’re missing the shower controls.”
“Oh,” I said as I ripped my gaze from her gorgeously hanging tits, “right.”
Her laughter echoed around the space as I finally, somehow, got us a hot shower going. I was out of my clothes within seconds, and the intermingled scent of us that still drenched my dick wafted up my nose. I was already at half-mast, my nostrils flaring and the blood pumping heavily through my veins.
I felt like a fucker on drugs.
“Come on, Big Guy,” she said as her naked body slipped behind me, entering the steaming walk-in shower, “let’s get ourselves washed up.”
“I’ll do the washing up,” I said as I stepped in behind her and managed to roll the door closed behind us. “You just stand there and look beautiful.”
She wiggled her eyebrows as she stood beneath the stream of hot water. “You just want another excuse to fondle my tits.”
“And look at these tattoos.”
Her gaze softened as she stared up at me. “You really like them?”
I nodded as I reached for her loofah sponge and body wash. “I do. Tell me about all of the flowers?”
“My father had a flower garden when we were growing up,” she said as I squirted some soap onto the sponge and lathered it up. “He grew all kinds of things. Lillies. Roses. He attempted orchids, but those are pretty finicky, apparently. He never could get the hang of it.”
“Is that what all of these flowers are, on the vines?” I asked as I turned her back to me and washed her skin. “The flowers he grew in his garden?”
“Mhm,” she said with a nod of her head. “That, and the ones that Mom gravitated to the most. She loved flowers, but she also had her favorites.”
“Did she have an ultimate favorite?”
