Page 39 of Too Delicious

This does something of a reset and I forget my tears. “What are you doing?”

“Taking you to the shower to clean you up.”

“Oh,” is all I say.

The simplicity of the bathroom hits me with another fact. White tile, basic shower. All tidy and modern but nothing fancy.

Much smaller and plainer than the mansion in Gold Hill.

He moved here for me.

I don’t want to let myself be moved by that fact.

He turns on the spray, and I kick off the leggings that have rolled down around my ankles.

Cooper stands there, keeping one hand on my hip to steady me because I know he’s not sure I’m okay. But he looks away, to give me privacy.

God, he’s so sweet.

“Cooper, after what we just did, you’re entitled to look,” I say, blushing.

His jaw tics as he looks at me. “Don’t say shit like that. I’m not entitled to anything that belongs to you, including your privacy. I’ll let you get cleaned up.”

He lets go of my hip, and I reach out and seize his hand.

“Stay.”

Cooper turns back to me. “You want me to wait in here for you?”

I blink up at him, slowly. “I want you to take off your clothes and get in the shower with me.”

Steam pours out of the shower stall as Cooper unbuttons his shirt and drops it to the floor. He pulls the henley off over his head, revealing the gorgeous bare torso that’s become a familiar sight each morning when I gaze out my kitchen window.

Brazenly, I watch him unzip and lower his jeans and boxer briefs, his thick cock red and erect, with a long vein branching up the underside.

It’s about as big as I pictured it, though I hadn’t gotten a good look at it this morning.

He catches me staring.

“All good?”

I bite my lip. “Very good. You?”

His gaze is heated as it takes in all of me.

I take his hand and step into the shower.

Sweetly, lovingly, Cooper takes a fresh loofah and applies some incredible-smelling scent to it. Then he caresses it over my arms, my shoulder and upper back.

“Tell me if it’s too much pressure,” he says.

I know Cooper pretty well. If I inform him that he doesn’t have to wash me, he will get more stubborn.

So I don’t bother. “It’s perfect,” I say.

With a touching amount of care and attention, Cooper rubs the loofah over my stomach, my hips, my ass, and the front of my pussy and thighs.

“Hmm,” he says, thoughtfully. “Turn around.”

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