*Fuck.* I hadn't stepped inside this room in forever. What once was an office is now a dumping ground for everything I don't want to think twice about. I'd completely forgotten how much shit I actually own.. And immediately swelled with frustration.
I make my way to my kitchen, because there is absolutely *no way* I'm going to figure this shit out without at least a few gallons of coffee. That's when I hear the shower turn on, coinciding with a 'ping!' on my phone. I grabbed it from my back pocket and read the notification quickly in anticipation.
*Come join me babygirl*
Exactly what I thought it would be. I feel a light bounce in my step as I walk to the master bathroom. It'll take a while for my french press to be ready anyway.
He already had music playing on our waterproof speaker, with only our shower lamp and a candle on the counter for light. The song was slow, romantic, and incredibly sexy. Tingles ran through my body as I thought through what might happen in the next hour.
I let my pajamas fall to the floor, do a quick brush through my 'I just woke up' hair, and stepped carefully into the shower. He turned around to greet me and gave me a smile, then a quick kiss.
"I'm glad you could join me baby," he said, and handed me the removable shower head. "I've already done my hair so I could help you with yours."
I feel grateful as he takes my shoulders and turns me around so my back is to him. I take a deep breath because damn, this is really what I needed -- to get pampered in a relaxing atmosphere. When he starts to wash my hair, I let my head tip back.
"Does that feel good, princess?"
My eyes automatically close as he massages shampoo into my scalp. "Mmm, it feels so good," I say back, my mind feeling all fuzzy.
He chuckled a little. "Good."
After he was done with my hair, it was time to wash his body. I grabbed the bar of soap he insists on using and rubbed it in between my hands, getting it nice and sudsy.
He smirked. "You do that so well babygirl."
I roll my eyes but can't help blushing at the same time. "Ready?" I ask, putting the soap down. He nodded and I put my hands on his chest, rubbing the front part of him all over in small circular motions.
I looked into his eyes as my fingers lingered on his chest. *Damn it's getting hot in here.*
Sensing that I was admiring his muscles, he pulled me in by my waist, my wet body colliding with his.
"You need some soap too," he said. I gasped in surprise when I felt both his hands smack my ass, making me fall forward. His hard dick was pressing against me now. "You're such a dirty little slut," he growled against my ear. I nearly melted right then and there.
My pussy was throbbing, begging to be touched. My hips gravitated towards him as I whined in frustration. I needed him to fuck me. *Hard.*
