Lynda stepped out of the shower stall with care. She was sore in places she hadn"t even know she had muscles, but it was a good sore. Every small ache every movement that made her body cry out, brought to mind what had caused it. She smiled and reached for a towel as she remembered Dylan"s gentle touch, his attention to detail and making sure she was satisfied before he"d let go and reached his own pleasure. Both the night before and again this morning.
She dried off and pulled on her underwear, wincing at the pull of the aching muscles in her stomach. She"d thought she was in pretty good shape, but this was a whole new kind of exercise.
After dressing she went downstairs in search of Dylan. He"d said he was going to dress, but he wasn"t in his room when she"d gone looking. Maybe he"d
