She puts the washcloth back onto the shelf built into the side of the wall and pours more body wash onto the palm of her hand.
There is one last part of me she hasn’t washed yet, the one that jumps excitedly when Zara’s sudsy hands run from the base to the tip of my hard shaft.
When she cups my balls, soaping them up with the gentlest touch in the world, my eyes close. It feels so good that I could come just like this.
With my balls still cupped in one of her hands, she slides behind, touching the sensitive skin that leads to my back.
I know she and Lev have been exploring each other that way, but this is totally uncharted territory for me.
“Is this ok?” Zara asks, grazing the bottom part of my crack with the tips of her fingers.
My cock throbs almost painfully. I don’t think I’ve ever been so fucking hard in my entire life.
“I’m yours, baby.” And I mean it.
An electric current causes my balls to draw tight when she circles my hole. Her fingers don’t try to dip inside, but the teasing around the sensitive skin is enough to send pleasure to every nerve ending in my body.
Zara doesn’t go any further. Her hands come up to massage my scalp as the water rinses out the soap.
“We’re all clean now. Do you want that hot drink?” I offer, turning off the shower and wrapping a towel around her body and one around my hips.
She shakes her head. “No. I want to go to bed.”
I scoop her up into my arms and walk into Ares’s bedroom.
“You know you still don’t have to carry me, right?” Zara’s tone is light, despite her voice still being scratchy.
“I know.” I set her down on her feet as gently as I can. “I still like carrying you though.”
I open the towel wrapped around her, using both ends to rub any excess moisture off of her skin.
“Get in.” I lift the comforter off Ares’s bed and cover her once she’s settled against the pillows.
“Where are you going?” she asks as I begin walking away.
“You said you wanted to go to bed, but Ares was clear about making you drink hot water with honey and lemon. So I’m going to make you a hot drink, and I’ll bring it right back.”
Zara doesn’t look happy. “I can have the hot drink later. I want you next to me. I thought Ares told you not to let me out of your sight.”
A chuckle escapes me. “You’re cute when you use my words against me. I’ll be two minutes tops.”
True to my word, I return a couple of minutes later with a mug full of the soothing hot beverage and place it carefully on the nightstand by Zara’s side. “I would give it a few minutes before you drink it. It’s scalding hot.”
“Thank you.” She says softly. “Now, can you get into bed with me?”
I drop my towel and, as soon as I get into bed, Zara scoots by my side.
She lifts my arm, encouraging me to wrap it around her, and then she settles with her head onto my chest and one of her legs curled over my hip.
I drop a kiss on the top of her head. This feels… perfect.
Zara shifts slightly, dragging her lips across my chest.
My cock, after I finally got it under control while I prepared her hot drink, perks up at the contact between my skin and her open mouth.
Her kisses are soft, her mouth is warm, and within mere seconds I’m rock hard.
“What’s wrong?” Zara lifts her head to look at me when I tense up rather than letting myself enjoy this feeling. “I—are you mad at me?”
