“I did.” He ducked his head for a moment then found my eyes. “I couldn’t bear the thought of you sleeping on sheets and blankets that might remind you ofthat. So I took the initiative and just…tore it up and replaced it.”
My plain taupe bedroom was gone. In its place were rich sea tones of blue and green, accented with silver and black. The bed was the centerpiece with all the colors undulating through it, and accent pillows—accent pillows—that highlighted the soft sea colors. The curtains matched, and the rug was a palate of those same accents that didn’t match, but blended perfectly.
“Shower,” I whispered. “I need a shower. Desperately. I want to clean her off my skin.”
Grabbing my hand, Aaron dragged me into the bathroom and turned the shower on immediately. I could see he made the water hot by the amount of steam that started to fill the room.
He stood in front of me, looked up at me just ever so slightly. I liked that he was as tall as he was, it meant we fit together perfectly. His hands found the hem of my shirt, and pulled it over my head. He made quick work of my pants as well, pulling them down.
Letting out a breath, his hands reached behind me and smoothed his hand over my cotton covered ass. “Tighty whities. I like the way you feel in these.”
My eyebrows jumped up. He did? I couldn’t complain about the way his hands were working over me. “I usually don’t.”
Smirking, he placed a kiss on my lips. “I know. I like that too. This is just a treat I’d like once in a while.”
I leaned into his ear. “I have satin ones that I bought on a lark once.”
He shivered, and smiled. “I’d like to play with those one day. I love your ass, and feeling it under satin…”
Nosing through his hair, absorbing his scents, I nodded. “I can do that.”
“Good.” His hands slipped behind the elastic and he slipped them down my legs. My cock twitched, but I was still too focused on what had been there last.
Aaron undressed quickly, and I loved the reveal of his skin and tight body. He opened the stall door again and took my hand, leading me under the shower heads. He reached for my soap and the shower sponge, and loaded it up. The foam released its fragrance, and he inhaled then started scrubbing my back.
“So, this is what you smell like,” he whispered. “Cedar and spice and fresh water.” His hand traced my skin after scrubbing it with the sponge.
Neither of us said much as he carefully washed every inch of me, scrubbing or teasing the whole way. He held my arm out and scrubbed between each finger, up the arm, underneath, over my pecs and down the other side to between the other fingers again. He stopped for a moment to grab the shampoo and lather up my hair, then returned for the sponge and continued.
Down my pecs, over my abs, down my flanks, hips, over my ass again. He knelt, and continued down my legs, scrubbing all the way down.
He carefully took my cock in his hand, and washed it with the kind of care I didn’t know I needed. There was nothing sexual about his treatment of me at that moment. It was just patient and attentive cleaning, making sure I felt clean again. He soaped my sac the same way, cleaning back as well, over my hole, between my cheeks and back again.
He stood up and held me off as I tried to take a kiss from him. Instead, he grabbed the removable shower head and started rinsing me off, running it carefully through my hair to get the shampoo out.
Aaron held the water off my skin and kept the temperature hot and the pressure mild. He rinsed with one hand and sloughed it away with the other. All the way down my body, twice, and then a third time for my cock.
He stepped in very close, our chests touching. He held the shower head so that the hot water sluiced down my crack and it felt amazing.
“Better? Feel cleaner?”
“Yes,” I whispered, and took his mouth in a blistering kiss. We melted together, hands grabbing and grasping and straining for each other. He felt so right against me, so hard and soft at the same time. I wanted him there, for a very long time.
Leaning into his ear, I breathed my request, “I want you to fuck me, Aaron.”
He gasped, the air passing over my skin before he pulled back and stared at me. “Are…are you sure? I don’t need this. I’m perfectly happy—”
I put a finger over his lips. “I know. But I want this. I want to feel you inside me. As long as you’re okay with it.”
“Yeah,” he breathed. “I am.”
He took my hand and pulled me out of the shower. He grabbed one of the towels and dried me off with just as much care as he had put into washing me.
This time, when he wrapped the towel around my cock, it twitched for real and started to thicken in his hand. He grinned into the kiss they were tangled in. I nipped at his lip and we both laughed.
“Do you have lube?” he asked quietly. “I’m not doing this without it, and condoms.”
“Mm, I do, in the dresser drawer.”
