“I’m going to wash you …” I told her, staring into her mesmerizing liquid brown eyes. “And then you’re going to return the favor.” Her eyes widened, but not too much.
I lathered soap onto the sponge, knowing its rough texture would arouse her, and let it scrape over her arms, ever so lightly. She flinched, and I moved closer without any threats as I dragged the sponge over her other arm. I moved to the middle and her sensitive stomach. She lurched forward and grabbed my arm.
“My turn.” She tried to yank the sponge away from me.
We both knew that the longer loofahs stayed in the water the softer they became. I only had a few more minutes with my torture device before it would be rendered ineffective.
“Not nearly your turn yet. I’ve only just begun.” I spread her legs and loofahed between them, and she jumped up, closing her legs.
I grabbed her before she could go anywhere and put her in my lap, sliding my legs between hers so they fell to either side of mine held her against my body. Though my cock wasn’t ready to have her again, I still wanted to see her cum. I loved having her wilting on me in ecstasy, and I wanted to see her wrung out as I had promised.
“You don’t play fair.” She used the last of her strength to wiggle away from me.
“One more orgasm, sweet, and I’ll let you sleep.” I ran the loofa over her tender center, back and forth with the gentle trickle of water igniting her raw flesh.
“Oh, God.” She grit her teeth and backed into me as I pressed the loofa in harder and then let it go to allow the water to flood her as my fingers replaced the sponge. Full of slickness, they danced over her clit as I nibbled at her neck and she came hard on my hand.
She slumped over, spent. I picked her up again. “Off,” I told the shower. “Dry,” I then commanded and hot dry air blew from all sides quickly evaporating the wetness enough so we were dry enough for the bed.
“I should go home,” she blathered … the beautiful lunatic. “Don’t you want me to wash you?” She could barely speak.
“No,” is all I said as I placed her into my bed and drew the soft comforter over her amazing body.
I slid in beside her, and despite my reluctance to sleep by her side, I fell into a deep and dreamless slumber with her softly breathing next to me. While it was foreign to have a woman stay the night in my bed, it wasn’t unwelcome. I usually had women at hotels or in my downtown apartment, where they had their own room, so I fucked them in that room and usually retreated to my own space after we were done.
If it was a hotel, I’d do the same, leave them with a note and come back to my sanctuary. I never brought women to my penthouse because it was too intimate, despite the enormous space. I did order the curtain closed just before getting into bed with Kylie. It was sheer, but not enough to truly see anything. I used it on the rare occasions when I planned to be sleeping when Mrs. Castle came in. I didn’t have her come until noon for that reason. But once or twice, I’d been laid up and had to use the privacy curtain. I had my smart home close it in case we needed it.
While I slept well and hard, I did have work to do. Kylie and I fell into bed around midnight, and by five in the morning, I was up and ready for work. I had a call that couldn’t be missed with a developer in Tokyo who was renovating a city block of old-style homes into thousands of condos. It was my hottest project as there was going to be a community school, grocery store, gym, twenty restaurants, and a park within the complex. It was something I was truly excited about. When the alarm rang, I begrudged getting out of bed but was happy to be on sure footing again, working routine things that were more familiar than being under Kylie Morgan’s spell.
I glanced over at Kylie who was still fast asleep. I could have just fucked her again; my cock was more than ready. She laid there with her tiny bare ass, crooked at just the right angle, and her sweet slim waist begging for me to hold on to it as I rammed up into her from behind. If there wasn’t a sweet vulnerable woman inside of that rocking body, I would have done it. But I let her be and went to my computer. I didn’t have to dress; it wouldn’t be a video call, so I stayed naked and ready for when Kylie woke up.