Chapter 38
He poured more droplets into my hair and massaged me again and again, making me weaker with each rotation of his fingertips.
“Does it feel good?” he whispered, pulling all of my hair to the top of my head.
I murmured, “Yes...” and I could sense him smiling behind me.
He pushed my head forward so that it was directly underneath one of the water jets, and he took his time rinsing my hair clean.
When there were no more suds sliding towards the drain, I tried to lean against him again.
“Stand still.” He held my shoulders, preventing me from doing that. “I’m not done.”
I sighed. Then I felt him caressing my back with a soft loofah, brushing it around in soft circles, leaving a sweet vanilla scent on my skin. After he thoroughly scrubbed my legs, he kissed my right shoulder
