Jodie asked, looking at him as they crowded into the shower together. It was a small space, really built for one, and he was okay with that as hot water poured down over the two of them. Jodie’s slicked-back hair and wet, gleaming skin made her look like something straight out of a fantasy, a sex goddess right here in his shower. He smiled. She was making his logical mind take some interesting imaginative flights lately. “I think I’ll hold on to it,” he said, pulling her up against him with his other arm, his cock hardening at the contact with her soft skin. It would seem against the laws of physics how she could excite him this way after the night they had shared. “Oh,” she replied against his lips as he smoothed the soap over her, washing her with his hands as he slid the fragrant soap over the curve of her back, the round globes of her backside. Oh, how he loved every inch of her, how her breasts jutted up against his chest, her nails sinking lightly into his shoulders as he nibbled on her neck while he continued soaping her down.
