In the shower, I lathered her up as she stood with her back facing the spray from the four-headed jets. Her body was languid from her orgasms, and she seemed to just fall into my chest as I ran my soapy hands over her back.

Kissing her hair, I pushed her away so I could kneel at her feet and wash her. “Open your legs, Kitten.” She put her hands on my shoulders for balance as she spread her legs wider. I soaped up a loofa, knowing that the abrasive sponge would titillate her even ...