Total pages in book: 67
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 65489 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 327(@200wpm)___ 262(@250wpm)___ 218(@300wpm)
“I have so many things to show you.”
After that, I couldn’t talk anymore, I worked myself in and out of his tight ass until there was no more holding back, until the whole world was filled with my need to come. I let go, driving against him, spilling myself into his body and collapsing on top of him.
He wrapped his arms around me to hold me there.
I protested. “I’m too heavy for you.”
“No, you’re just right.”
We lay like that for a while. Ben petted my hair as I rested against him, and we breathed to the same rhythm. Being here in bed with him, relaxed and not having to pretend to be anything else but a man with a guy he cared about, felt almost as good as being inside him. I knew he found my world overwhelming, but somehow we would make it work, because after all, I got what I wanted.
When I began to worry that the cum on his chest would dry and stick us together, I forced myself to sit up. He gasped when my cock slipped out of his ass.
“Sore?”
He shook his head. “It’s not bad.”
“Let’s run you a bath. You can soak while I cook dinner.”
He frowned. “You really cook?”
“I do. I learned when I was a kid. We had an awesome cook. She was…a lot warmer than my parents, so I spent a lot of time with her. She taught me, then it became something I did as stress relief.
He laughed. “I can see you taking something many people find stressful and using it as a stress reliever from your high-powered job.”
“Come on.” I took his hand and pulled him to his feet. He wavered, and I steadied him with my hands on his waist.
“Are you all right?”
His gaze met mine, his eyes still dark with desire. “I don’t think I’ve ever felt better.”
“Good.” I brought him in to my bathroom, and his eyes widened as he looked around.
“Wow, I guess I should’ve assumed you’d have an orgy-sized tub to match your orgy-sized bed.”
“Only the best for me. Orgies are messy though.”
He grinned. “What we just did was messy?”
“True.”
“And surely you don’t wash your own sheets?”
“No, it’s not that. It’s just…I’d don’t want that many people to focus on. I like to dedicate all my attention to just one man or woman. I want the person I’m with to feel special.”
“You do a good job of that.”
I kissed him, just a gentle press of my lips, but it made him shiver. Before I forgot what I was doing, I turned on the shower. “Let’s get rinsed off, and then I’ll run a bath for you.”
He smiled. “You take luxury very seriously.”
“What would be the point of all the money I have if I didn’t?”
When the water was warm, we stepped in, I squirted some body wash in my hand and started washing off Ben. I’d showered with several people before, but it had always either turned sexual or we’d only focused on getting clean. With Ben, it was different. I enjoyed cleaning him carefully, gently. I wanted to take care of him. And then, when he did the same for me, it was almost more intimate than I could take. I felt like I was sharing much more than my body with him.
When we stepped out, I insisted on toweling him dry, then I handed him one of the fluffy white robes I kept in the bathroom.
“You keep a spare robe in here?”
“I like to be prepared for guests. Or rather, I like my housekeeping service to keep the place prepared for guests. I’ve never really had to do much for myself.”
He nodded, but he didn’t say anything. Had I just made him feel more uncomfortable?
“Have a seat.” I gestured toward the bench built into the tub surround. I could feel him watching me as I adjusted the water and started to fill the tub. I added in some citrus bubble bath, knowing it would smell wonderful against his skin.
When I turned and met his eyes, they were filled with wonder. “What is it?”
“I never thought I’d see you like this, taking care of me, doing something as simple as running a bath. I mean when people talk about you—” He stopped abruptly and looked away.
“It’s okay, baby. I know people talk about me. I’m sure you’ve heard plenty, some good, some bad, some absolutely outlandish like how I’ve supposedly fathered a few alien babies and led some sort of sex cult.”
He giggled. “Nothing quite as outrageous as that. Maybe I haven’t been on the right websites.”
“Possibly not. I’ll see if I can direct you to something more entertaining.”
“Are you sure you don’t want to get in the bath with me?”
I looked at the water, considering. “As nice as that would be, I do need to feed you.”