He was quiet for a moment before he turned and picked me up in his arms, bridal style. I squeaked, but let him as he walked out of the kitchen and up the stairs. Setting me down on the edge of the bed, he seemed a little lost in the room. Grinning, I took his hand and led him into the bathroom.
Closing the door, but leaving a c***k, I turned on the shower. My hand went to pull off my shirt, but Zach’s hands were there, pulling it off for me. He slowly undressed me. A blush ran across my face. No one had seen me naked since having Elliot. Zach took in every part of me with his eyes. He touched only what was necessary to remove clothing. Once he was done, I reached up and helped him take his shirt off. He undid the button on his jeans, but I unzipped them and pulled them down.
Stepping in
