He buries his face in my neck as I'm catching my breath, kissing and biting it softly and letting me hold onto the last vestiges of pleasure for a little bit longer.
"You taste so good," he mutters, and I just smile, not quite able to speak yet.
He carries me out of the stall and puts me down on the mat, then grabs a towel and leaves. I'm still seeing stars, still trying to catch my breath. I want to pull him back, make him stay, but I feel he needs this distance, so I don't. I wrap a towel around myself, use another to dry my hair.
When I come out, he's laying in bed wearing a pair of silk pajama bottoms. The top is laid out on my side of the bed.
"Should I wear that to sleep in?" I ask, letting my towel fall to the floor. The blazing fire in his eyes as he looks at me is enough to wa
