Page 46 of Five Days of Christmas Spice

“Seriously, kind of gorgeous.”

“Are you just going to watch? Come here.”

I grin and move to join him under the spray.

“You’re perfect.”

The look he sends me makes me feel as if I am precious, and I can stand in his appreciative gaze for ever, never moving.

“Turn.”

I place a hand on his chest, feeling enveloped by the heat of his skin.

Noel grabs a sponge from a rack, loads it with a sweet-smelling soap and lathers me.

When was the last time someone had taken care of me? Unexpectedly, I feel a rush of tears start to leak out.

“Shush, it’s okay, my present, I got you.” He kisses away my tears, gently washing my neck and my pussy, giving the butt plug a pat. “I’m going to take this out now.”

“No!” I turn from him, backing up a step.

“Yes, Holly. Put your hands on the shower bench.”

I swallow. This feels like the most challenging thing he’s asked me to do. The water changes pressure to a gentler flow.

I take a deep breath, telling myself this is fine. I can do this. With my palms on the shower bench, I stretch, giving Noel what he asked for.

“Good girl. You look so pretty like this. We’ll have to come here again.”

And I feel the plug come out with a tug.

“Holly, come back to me,” Noel says.

Slowly, I bend up from the shower bench and turn to face him again.

“Now I get to wash you.” He adds more soap to the puff.

Standing under the spray, his molten gaze locked on me, I tell myself I deserve this, the attention of a caring partner, something that had been absent in my life for too long.

Noel makes a circle of each breast.

“That feels nice.”

“Good.”

I close my eyes as he soaps my belly, get lost further in the sensation of being cared for as he moves the puff down my stomach and on every inch of my leg.

“There. You’re all washed.” He tilts my chin up and kisses me long and slowly.

There is nothing better than the feel of his tongue against mine, with the heat of his body pressed to me.

I take the puff from his hand. “My turn.”

“Oh really?” Noel smirks.

“Yes.”

I squirt more soap on the puff, starting at his trim waist, and wash his back up to his shoulders.

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