Abigail
His eyes darkened, and I let out a little whine when he pulled away, his cock sliding out of my cunt.
"Relax, I want to check the water hasn't gone cold first."
He rose, naked and unashamed, walking to the bathroom. I drank in the sight of him hungrily, my gaze tracing the powerful lines of his back, the flex of his muscles, the firm, perfect curve of his ass, and then his thick, erect cock, all glistening with my cum.
Hot desire pooled in my belly. I was already wanting more. The bathroom was thick with steam when Finnegan finally coaxed me out of bed. The scent of eucalyptus oil and…
"Is that jasmine?" I chuckled. "You got jasmine soap?"
He tipped his head toward a shelf on the bathroom wall. "I got jasmine everything."
My jaw dropped as my eyes scanned the shelf. It was filled with all the jasmine products I used and ones I had never seen in my life.
"What on earth? When did you get all that?"
He shrugged, lowering me to the floor.
