“Good morning, my Em.” His lips dust mine.
I smile goofily up at him.
“What?”
“I like it when you call me that.”
“You do?” He smiles.
“Your princess Em.” I bat my eyelashes to prove my point.
He chuckles as he picks up the soap and begins to wash me. “I have no doubt that underneath all that snarky Ms. Foster act is a pure sweetheart.”
“I haven’t been snarky once,” I gasp.
He smiles down at me as he tucks a piece of hair behind my ear. “And look how beautiful you are.”
I giggle and lean against his chest. He washes my back, my shoulders, my breasts, and then down my legs. I watch him as he concentrates on his task. Then he moves down to my s*x, and his eyes come to mine while he touches me there.
Our eyes are locked, but this doesn’t feel s****l. It feels intimate.
I stare into
