Page 88 of Please Don't Leave Me

The shower is tiled with no doors or curtains. The whole bathroom is tiled off as one big wet room, including a large soaker tub.

He sets the towels on the counter, walks over to the shower, and turns it on. I walk over to him and wrap my arms around him.

"It looks great in here. The last time we talked, you were in the middle of this and your bedroom. When did you finish it all up?"

He pivots us so I'm under the stream of water and runs his hands over my head to push the now wet hair out of my face.

"I finished it in February. I actually finished the whole house."

"It looks really great."

"Yeah, but now I get kind of bored with no projects to work on."

I laugh, and he leans down to kiss my mouth.

"Well, if you need something to fill your free time, I know a girl." I wink at him.

"Oh yeah? What’s she like?"

He reaches behind me, and I hear plastic bottles rustling. His hands go to my scalp, and I can feel him massaging shampoo through my wet hair. It feels so good my eyes roll back, and I moan.

It's a good thing I still have my arms around his waist to steady me because I think my knees are about to give out. The only person who has washed my hair for me is my hairdresser, and it's not nearly as sexy as this.

"Well, she really likes whatever the fuck you're doing right now."

He boops my nose with his finger, leaving suds on the tip. I lean my head back into the water again and rinse it off. When my head comes back up, I have to blink away the extra water as it runs down my lashes.

"Well, she's incredibly sexy, and it makes me want to do things for her."

He runs his hands through my hair to rinse out the shampoo. I turn around and find the conditioner. I'm alittle particular about my conditioner routine, so I put it in myself and tie my hair up to let it sit for a minute.

I take that time to fill my palm with body wash and turn back toward him. I rub it all over him in a more sexual way than necessary, but I can't help myself. I love watching him when he's turned on.

He never got fully soft after we finished, but now he's starting to get hard again.

He grabs the body wash and returns the favor, also lingering in places that don't need that much special attention in a normal shower.

Before things escalate too far, I rinse out my conditioner. When he sees I'm done, he backs me into the shower wall. The tile is cold on my back, but my body is a furnace right now, so I appreciate the temporary relief. I'm curious where he's going with this. My hips are significantly lower than his, so doing this standing is going to be nearly impossible. He must read the hesitation on my face.

"Do you trust me?"

Now I'm really curious.

"I do."

"I'm going to grab another condom, don't go anywhere."

I lift one eyebrow. "And where exactly would I go?"

He narrows his eyes at me in annoyance. "You know what I mean." He walks out of the bathroom and returns shortly with a condom.

He gets close to me again and rolls the condom over this thick length. Then he grabs my shoulders and turns me around so I'm facing the wall. I'm still curious as to where he's going with this because I don't see the solution yet.

He lifts me up under my arms, and when he sets me back down. I'm about half a foot higher than I was before. Ilook down to see I'm standing on a small ledge cut out in the wall. I didn't see it there before because I didn't look down.

I look behind me, and he gives me a cheeky grin.

"It's meant as a footrest for when women shave their legs, but it can serve alternate purposes."

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