“I want you in the shower. One last time,” I say. I don’t know how many times I’ve said one last time to her in the last few hours.
“One last time?” she asks, biting the inside of her lips.
The gesture would look like she’s biting back a smile if she didn’t still look wary of me.
I need her wary. I don’t want her to figure me out, because then she’d know I’d want her and with that comes power I don’t want her to have.
“One last time.” I smack the side of her ass and she gets up.
I watch her ass as she walks ahead of me and I follow her into my walk in shower where I grab her and press her up against the smooth granite walls.
I’m not hard enough yet, but getting there. I just need to look at her and I’ll be there.
I turn on the water to a cool light spray and watch it run over her hair and breasts. I then place my hands on either side of her and lower to kiss her briefly.
She kisses me back and I’m surprised how sweet the kiss is.
I’m not sweet, but she is. That’s who she is naturally and I like it.
Moments later I’m inside her again. I lied. This was never going to be the last time.
The last time happens hours later in the bed when she slips into sleep in my arms.
She’s exhausted and that’s what did her in.
I don’t sleep at all. I lay there with her next to me and watch the sun come up.
With it, I get up and leave her in the bed.
I get dressed, deciding to go and work like I should have been. Before I leave my room, though, I stare at her and indulge myself on the image of her in my bed.
It’s a sight a man could get used to.
But I shouldn’t.