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She purrs as I stroke her hair. Then, sometime later, in the haze of the aftermath, we fall asleep.
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The moon is staring at us through my window when I feel her stir later as she tries to free herself of my arms. That doesn’t work for me, so I pull her closer.
"No. Don't go," I murmur against her shoulder.
A little giggle vibrates through her body and against my chest. "I have to use the bathroom."
"No, you don't. Hold it."
She wriggles a bit and I stop it by squeezing her more tightly, which elicits a little adorable yelp. "Kylian! I have been holding it. Trust me, any longer and you're not going to want to be buried with this rug."
"Fuck the rug, I'll get another one.
"Kylian!" She finally manages to wriggle free and gets up after slapping me gently on the chest. "Where is your bathroom?" she jumps up and down.
I shrug. “Don’t have one. Might as well stay here.”
"This is not funny, Kylian!" She runs into another room.
"That... is not the bathroom."
She comes back. "After I pee, I'm going to find out why you need a room that is full of Korean movie posters.”
"I can tell you now... it's—”
"Kylian!"
“Angel, you're going to have to stop making my name sound so sexy when you yell it, or else I'm going to have to ravage you again right now.”
She opens her mouth, probably to yell my name again, but thinks better of it and runs into the other side of the apartment. Luckily for her, that is where the downstairs bathroom is. I wander into the kitchen situated next to the living room; when I return with two glasses of orange juice, she's not back yet.
In the distance I can hear the shower running, so I follow her to the bathroom. She's standing with her back to me, naked under the shower, her hair in a thick wet rope down her back. I step out of my pants, open the shower door. and step in behind her, grabbing the lotion from the shelf and squeezing some onto my hand.
She turns and gives me a look and then faces the shower again saying nothing but a little "oh" when I lather up the lotion and rub my hands all over her back, shoulders, and arms.
A sigh hums through her and she takes one step back until she's against my chest so I can run my soapy hands over her front, taking a moment to cup her breasts, remembering the way she's responded when I touched them before. Then my hand travels further down, my head resting on her shoulder as I reach down, my hands gently washing between her legs. I can't help but wonder if she's sore. We'd fucked twice, and both times without too much preparation.
She lets out a small hiss when I dip my fingers between her pussy lips.
The sound makes me wince. "I'm sorry. Did I hurt you?"
"Are you going to keep asking that after we have sex? Because I have to tell you, it's not very sexy."
"I just want to make sure you're okay... so that next time I can fuck you harder."
"Promises, promises."
I lower myself behind her to wash her legs, enjoying the feel of the softness of her thighs under my fingertips.
When I'm done she takes her time washing me, my chest, my back, my semi-hard cock in her hands as she runs her fist up and down my shaft.
"Careful."
She just grins and then moves on.
When we're both clean, I reach over to turn the water off, then lift her into my arms and carry her out of the bathroom.
