Page 40 of Surprised By Her

“You’re welcome to stay, if you want,” she said as we lay together, still naked. We were both sweaty and I needed to pee and wash my hands but moving seemed like too much work.

“I’d like to avoid my parent’s interrogation as long as possible,” I said.

“Oh, is that the only reason you want to stay?” she asked. Her cheeks were still bright from her climax, and there was a soft playfulness about her that I had only seen glimpses of before.

“Not the only reason,” I said, sitting up. “I also really want to use your shower.”

Ryan laughed and shoved at my shoulder. “Go on then.”

I hopped off the bed. “Want to join me?”

Ryan stood up and gave me a quick kiss, as if she couldn’t stop herself.

“Of course.”

In addition to the beautiful shower, the bathroom also had robes and a heated towel warmer that I insisted on using.

“Come here,” I said to Ryan as I climbed on the stone bench that ran along one wall of the shower. I had a bottle of shampoo in one hand.

She snorted and turned her back so I could soap up her hair. I gave her a little scalp massage as she leaned into me.

She rinsed her head and then did the same for me, working the shampoo through my hair.

“How often do you have to dye your hair?” she asked.

“It fades really fast, so I touch it up myself at home every few weeks. I spend enough money at the salon as it is. Lavender hair is a lifestyle,” I said.

“It’s lovely,” she said.

“Thanks. I’m guessing that’s not your natural color,” I said, pointing to her hair.

“No, but my real color is only a few shades lighter, so I can get away with not getting it done for a little bit longer.”

Things got frisky when we soaped each other’s bodies and I couldn’t stop myself from reaching between her legs and bringing her to another climax. In retaliation, she made me sit on the bench as she went down on me, the hot water running down my back.

She wrapped me in a robe that was definitely too big for me and I used her comb to detangle my hair.

“I always have a snack before bed,” she said as I looked at her bottles and containers of skincare items. They were all super fancy, so I was going to take advantage.

“When are you supposed to start using retinol?” I asked, reading the label on the back.

“When you’re older,” she said, taking the bottle from me.

“If I start now, it’s preventive,” I said, reaching for the bottle. She smirked at me as she held it out of reach.

“Remember telling me that you were ticklish?” I said, wiggling my fingers at her.

“Don’t you dare,” she said, her eyes narrowing.

“Then hand me the retinol,” I said, holding my hand out.

She gave it to me, and I smoothed it on my face, enjoying the delicate scent.

“I’m just going to send my parents a message that I’m staying over,” I said as she headed toward the kitchen.

She nodded and I shot off a quick message and put my phone on silent to avoid the barrage of questions that my message no doubt set off.

Ryan was searching through the fridge, pulling things out and setting them on the marble countertop.

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