I stared down at my hand wrapped around his softening c**k, his c*m all over it. I couldn't believe I did that, that I made Asher have this reaction to me. His fingers gently pried my hand away, and I let him, my own limbs feeling heavy and unresponsive.
Then he stood and picked up my towel and wrapped it around me. A silent tug was all it took for me to follow.
My feet moved without my conscious direction, carrying me into the cool sterility of the bathroom. The sound of the water filling the sink was a stark contrast to the thoughts in my head. He took my hand, the warmth of his touch a strange anchor as he held it under the running water, washing away the evidence of what had just transpired.
When I was clean, he rubbed my hands with a wash towel and then wiped himself off with it,
