Masen makes me feel beautiful. I thought I would be nervous, but I like the way his breathing stops for moments then picks up faster when he looks at me. Watching him through the mirror, I put my thumbs under the waist of my black, lace, cheeky panties. He looks down, watching my behind as I tug them down. When I bend to push them past my thighs, my bare bottom hits the top of his thighs. He hisses, squeezing my breasts a little harder. I whimper, and he releases his hold, massaging gently.

He takes my hand and leads me to the shower. As we step in, I twist my hair into a bun tucking the ends in to hold it up. Masen takes his time washing me, his gaze follows his hands as he slowly worships my body. When he’s done, he starts washing quickly. I take the cloth and give his body the same slow caresses he gave mine. I guide him to sit on the built-in bench. His knees are turned toward the water, and I step around his back to wash his hair, gently massaging his scalp with my fingers. Masen’s wide shoulders fall, and I hear a single grunt as he relaxes into my touch. Removing the showerhead, I rinse his hair and the leftover soap from his body. He stands, hangs the showerhead back up, and turns the water off. Grabbing a towel, he wraps me up. He’s still dripping wet when he uses a second towel to dry my arms. Bending, he gently pats my legs. Finally satisfied, he uses the second towel to rub his hair dry, then quickly dries his body.

Neither of us has spoken since we were outside. It’s a comfortable silence, but the sexual tension is building.

Masen leaves the bathroom while I brush my teeth. I’m putting lotion on my legs when he returns wearing a pair of black boxer briefs. He watches my hands as I rub the lotion into my skin. I can feel the lust from earlier rekindling. When I’ve finished, he plucks the towel and tosses it on a hook, leaving me naked. Ushering me out the door, he leads me to the bed. He’s at my back. The silence is finally broken when he says, “In you get, Little One.” I climb under the covers, and he goes to turn out the lights.

My eyes are adjusting to the dimness when he gets in bed next to me. We’re both on our sides facing each other when he pulls me close. His arm snakes out, curling over my waist and his big palm goes right to my butt, jerking me as close as I can get. I feel his erection along my belly through his boxers. I want them off, I want to feel his skin rubbing against mine. Masen claims my lips in a searing kiss swallowing every sound I make like it fuels his desire. His hands start down my body stopping at my breasts; his fingers rub and pinch my nipples. His lips leave my mouth and kiss across my jaw. He takes the bottom of my ear into his mouth and bites at the same time he delivers a hard pinch to my nipple. My hips roll forward on instinct as I cry out. Masen rolls me onto my back, as he kneels between my thighs. His bare chest rubs against mine when he leans in to kiss me. My legs open farther, letting his hips fall to mine.