He shakes his head and grabs my shirt to pull me against him. “You can bathe whenever you feel like it, but this is probably the exception. It will help loosen your muscles and make you feel better. Not something you’ll always need, but it’s a nice way to come down after a scene ends.”
He kisses me softly then releases me. With one hand, he tugs off his shirt. I chew on the cuff of my shirt as he undoes his pants and takes them off. His cock is hard and thick. Damn. I want more even after all that. My pussy pulses.
Fuck, I figured I’d be content for at least a short amount of time, but everything perks up and that fire roars back into an inferno.
He turns off the water and approaches me. I gaze up at his face as he focuses on undoing the buttons of my shirt. The tenderness in his eyes makes him seem younger. This is crazy. It feels like a dream.
Wyatt here with me, naked. I know I complained a little, but he just made me come ten times. Ten!
He pushes the shirt off my shoulders and it pools at my feet. His fingers skim the mark on my shoulder from his bite. He leans down and kisses the mark almost reverently. My breath catches.
“After some of our rougher scenes, aftercare will be a way to reconnect.” His dark eyes meet mine as he brushes my hair over my shoulder. “To be gentle with each other. To care for each other.”
A shiver rolls through me.
“That sounds nice.” I step closer and wrap my arms around him, pressing our naked bodies together. For a moment, he holds me against him and my heart nearly explodes.
When he pulls away, he sinks into the tub and holds his hand out to me. I take it and he helps me in, letting me rest against his chest.
“Anything too much? Anything you didn’t like?” Wyatt dribbles water over my breasts, making my nipples tighten in anticipation.
“It was all good.” I sigh and put my head on his shoulder.
“Even though it took too long.” There’s laughter in his voice.
“I should just expect you to take too long for everything.” I smile as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and hugs me.
“We both know you’ll be happy in the end.” He kisses my temple.
Do we? Because even though I don’t want to set the end date, I know there is one. I release my breath and take a cleansing one. I can live in this moment where he’s mine and not worry about the future.
“What about you?”
His hard cock presses against my tailbone, but he doesn’t seem to want to do anything about it.
“Not every scene gets us both off, trouble. Like you said, I got my orgasm this morning and didn’t give you any, so maybe that’s my punishment.”
“And if I don’t want to punish you?” I tip my head up to look over my shoulder.
“I’m good.” He doesn’t want to press the issue.
This time I’ll let him punish himself, but next time, when I’m not so sore, I’ll make sure he’s taken care of too.
Chapter 8
Holding Period
Wyatt
Sara yawns as I towel her off. She almost fell asleep in the bathtub, but I roused her enough to get out. I put my shirt back on her and button it slowly. It’s almost like meditation. In the bedroom, she sits on the edge of the bed while I go to the dresser and pull on some boxers.
Fuck, I could get used to her undressed in my clothes.
“I could still make you come.” She yawns with her whole body but eyes my cock with interest. The offer is tempting, just like she is, but that’s not something I want to push.
Approaching her, I just chuckle and press her back onto the bed. I crawl in with her and pull her to the center with me. Sighing, she curls into me and her eyes shut.
“Not right now, trouble.” I brush her hair off her face and draw her into my arms.