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I rolled my eyes.
“One.”
“One what?”
“Strike one. I don’t tolerate disrespect. Eye rolling is disrespectful.”
I had to consciously stop myself from doing it again. I figured he gleaned the sentiment because he offered me an indulgent smile and winked.
Whatever. My annoyance of the current situation pressed on me—and my bladder. I was able to relax my urethra enough to allow for urination, if only to spite him. If he wanted to wipe my ass like I’m a fucking baby or something, who was I to stop him? I figured he was one of those caregiver dominants. I had heard of them, but never actually met one. As tinkling filled the silence between us, I imagined what career he had, if not lumberjack. Nurse? Teacher?
When I was done, I parted my thighs and allowed him to fit his hand between my legs without protest. He seemed both surprised and pleased.
“Good girl,” he offered while he ran the soft paper along my slit.
Heat and pride rushed my psyche and manifested tingles upon my skin. I figured I was just exhausted.
After washing his hands, the wolf moved over to the shower and turned on the faucets. While he waited for it to heat, he gathered washcloths from a high towel shelf and placed them on a small table out of range of the water. The tiled wet room was spacious and brightly lit, an open alcove rather than a glass-partitioned cubby.
I eyed the shower seats again. As much as I wanted to lie down on one, I was still too tired to get up and move from the toilet seat. I just wanted to sit and vegetate for a few more minutes. My extremities felt heavy.
The wolf unbuttoned his flannel shirt and removed both it and his undershirt. Military-themed tattoos decorated his tanned skin. I watched in fascination while the gorgeous man fully undressed to reveal more art upon his body. His cock was impressive. I didn’t have a ton of experience, just some wild college days and mediocre relationships after, but my mouth watered, my imagination now my worst enemy.
I allowed him to lift me up from the toilet seat like I was a koala bear. I was surprised by the ease in which he did so because I was dead weight, and Lord knew I wasn’t exactly light.
I wrapped my legs around his waist and my arms around his neck. My pussy and breasts pressed against his body, with both areas immediately pulsing upon contact. The need to hold him closer, tighter, was damn near overwhelming.
I hid my face while the heat of a deep blush crept across my skin. This was so intimate a hold, like the care found in a relationship. We didn’t even know each other’s names. Did I even want to know? I kind of enjoyed the mystery.
He stepped into the soothing rainfall, and water cascaded upon us like a warm rainstorm. He rocked me in a soothing motion, rubbing my back. No words. Nothing untoward. Just care. Aftercare.
I knew I’d fallen asleep. I felt the lull of comfort and darkness. I never wanted to leave it.
Sadly, I was startled awake by the rumble of his voice. “Hey, little bunny. Can I put you down to clean you?”
Even though I didn’t want him to let go of me, I nodded into his neck even as I whimpered in protest. He tsk’d then carefully lowered me onto the tiled shower seat. He collected a bottle then crouched before me.
He washed my hair first, lathering the shampoo/conditioner with fingers that massaged the tension from my scalp. I sighed and leaned forward to rest my head on his shoulder while he tended to me. When he was done, he slicked my hair back to keep the suds off my face, then retrieved a washcloth from the small shower table.
He started at my face, using a corner to wipe my cheeks and neck. Shoulders. Back. I closed my eyes while he moved down my torso. I didn’t want to face him while he drew the cloth over my breasts. I could already feel my nipples pucker and ache for his attention. I imagined him taking the straining peaks into his mouth and I swallowed a moan.
If he knew his effect on my body, he didn’t say.
He glided his hands across my body to adjust, leaving no area unwashed. Over my stomach and hips and down to my thighs. I squeezed my eyes tight and bit my lip when he spread my legs wide to attend that wanton area. Would he see my shame? How aroused this simple shower had made me?
Legs. Feet. And he then had the shower head and was rinsing me off.
I was given a small break as he quickly tended to himself in front of me. The visual of him rubbing his hands over every crevice of his body only fanned the growing flames within me.
Once done, he left the warm water on me and stepped away to dry himself off, then wrapped his towel around his waist, leaned in, and shut the faucet off. With a new towel in hand, he returned to finish caring for me. He took his time drying me off. I watched with surreal fascination. I had never met a man so attentive to the needs of his partner. And I couldn’t even claim that we were that to each other. Partners.Pfft. We hadn’t even had sex. We were complete strangers.
He draped a towel over my shoulders and retrieved another to wrap my hair. He then lifted me up and carried me into the den. He placed me on the plush couch, then went in the kitchen. He came back with a bottle of water and twisted the cap off.
“Drink this,” he said, placing it in my hands. “I’ll make you something to eat really quick then put you down for a nap.”
I sipped the water in silence while he moved about in the kitchen. Fuck, he waswaaayout of my league. However, this weekend wasn’t about forming committed relationships as much as it was about getting off with some random stranger.
The cabin door suddenly swung opened.
