The weight of his body against me makes me feel grounded, like he’s anchoring me to the moment we just created. I smile up at the ceiling while his face is resting on my shoulder. I didn’t know it could be like this.
Two orgasms, and my body is spent. Every single muscle of mine is relaxed. I could easily fall asleep like this. I’ve never felt more content in my life.
Though I know that is something that should scare me since Roman has made no promises, but I don’t have it in me to care. That’s what really good sex does to you. It makes you forget about being safe, and instead, you give in to the pleasure.
“I think we need a shower,” he groans.
I feel the stickiness between the two of us and laugh. “Agreed. And I think we should change the sheets.”
He lifts himself off of me, and I immediately miss the comfort of his warmth. We walk into my bathroom together. I feel slightly uneasy, like what we are about to do is too intimate.
Considering what just took place in my bed, it seems like a crazy thought.
I turn the shower on to let the water heat up, then grab two fresh towels out of the linen closet, all while Roman takes care of the condom.
He reaches his arm into the shower and places it under the spray of water to test the temperature. “After you,” he says as he motions for me to go in.
I close my eyes the moment the water hits my body. It feels amazing on my muscles, which were used in a way they hadn’t been for a while.
I’m already sore where he stretched me so deliciously. The man is huge.
I start with rinsing my body off, sad to get rid of the way he marked me. He looked so tortured with his arousal when he came all over me. It was such an empowering feeling.
When I look over my shoulder, he’s watching me intently. I laugh when I see his dick is already slightly hard again, but focus on leaning my head back and getting my hair wet.
I hear the shampoo bottle pop open.
“Turn around,” he whispers. “And no more laughing at my dick. It’s always hard around you. I can’t help it.”
His fingers begin to massage the shampoo into my scalp. I let the lids of my eyes close while this sexy billionaire—who most women in the city would die to be with—pampers me.
I moan in response to the pleasure. He steps forward, and I feel his hard length pushing into my back. I expect him to saysomething, but he continues his work on me like nothing is happening.
“Rinse,” he whispers, startling me from my thoughts.
While I rinse the suds out of my hair, I watch him as he washes his hair. His abs flex, his biceps bulge, and my pussy gets wet.
All of a sudden, the body soap he grabbed crashes to the floor—right in front of him.
“Oops,” he says with a smile on his face.
My eyebrows arch at him. “Are you going to get that?”
He looks down at it. “I thought you might like to. With the way you were watching me.”
Oh, it’s on. If he wants to play it like that, I’ll show him who he’s messing with. I run my hands down my hair and squeeze out the excess water, then step out of the water, only inches from him.
I hold his eyes as I slowly lower myself down to my knees. The tip of his dick is centimeters away from my lips. I smile up at him seductively.
He shakes his head in response. I reach for the bottle. Once it’s in my hand, I open my mouth slightly with a smile. His jaw is clenched as he watches me, not knowing what I’m about to do.
Then I stand up and hand him the bottle with a smile. “Here you go.”
“You”—he grabs my waist and squeezes my sides, which makes me laugh out loud— “play dirty.”
The rest of the shower is fun and playful with a hint of sexual tension that hangs in the air. Roman towels off and throws hisblack boxers back on, deciding not to bother with the rest of his clothes.
He plops down onto my bed, resting one of his hands behind his head, then watches me. I pull on my black cotton shorts and throw on a gray T-shirt. Then I grab my brush and start to run it through my hair as I sit on the bed, one leg dangling off, the other tucked under me.