He slipped out of me, and I whimpered softly at the loss. “You all right?” he asked, turning me so I was pressed against his chest.
“Mmm...” I answered, unable to compose any kind of words. I felt a little lightheaded, but my body buzzed and tingled from the power of my release.
He chuckled lightly. “I gotta clean you again now.”
“Better do it fast,” I mumbled. “My legs are gonna give way.”
He did, turning the water back on my body and scrubbing me over with the soap that I retrieved from the floor.
He helped me climb out, wrapping a towel around my naked body and placing me on the closed toilet before rushing to wash his own body. I admired him the whole time. He turned the shower off, noticing I was watching him as he climbed out.
He smirked. “What?”
“How does one get a body like yours?” I asked, admiring his abs and the definition of his muscles.
“Usually, when I’m at the club I watch what I eat and work out daily,” he explained, drying himself off. “It takes work.”
“Mmm. I bet,” I said, still watching him unashamedly.
He laughed. “It’s not like you don’t have a killer body.”
“This is good genes,” I said gesturing to myself.
“So I noticed,” he said, wiggling his eyebrows.
I narrowed my eyes. “Are you trying to insinuate that my mother is hot?” He wrapped his towel around his waist and smirked as he walked out of the room. “That’s gross!” I called after him.
He just laughed, I guess a smart man for not admitting to the obvious.