Steam fogs up the mirror as she steps onto the royal purple bathroom rug. Her flush pink skin dripping only to be caught by the white terry cloth. Ropes of darkened wet hair falling down her back, the droplets leaking to her reddened buttocks.
Gathering the fluffy purple robe from the door hanger and the container of body butter, she opens the door amidst the cloud of steam. Amused blue eyes fall upon him as she takes in his reclined, relaxed position. Sliding onto the gray bedspread, the folds of the robe part and her long tan legs emerge. Slowly rubbing and spreading the cream on her skin she jokingly teases him about his distracted demeanor.
Conversing about the day, falling into that old routine, the stresses of the day meld into the night like the formula on her skin. The aroma of their bond permeates the room and reassures and comforts both their weary souls. She reaches for him and pets his lightly furred chest.
The lights go dark. Candles flicker their shadows on the wall. Embracing, their mouths meet. A comforting, familiar rhythm. No words need to be spoken. As her hands grasp him, he shudders. Kneeling up upon his knees he looks down at her. An unfamiliar look crosses his usually tender face. Fierce possession contorts his features, and his voice breaks the silence.
"Who's pussy is this?" Demanding he presses himself against her moist center.
Chuckling, she looks amusedly at him.
"Hmm. Last I checked it was attached to me." A glint sparks in her eyes as she challenges his assertion.
"Yeah, but who do you belong to?" A feral smile spreads broken by the flickering light making him appear foreboding and demonic.
Wiggling, she purses her lips and considers her response carefully. Tensing her thigh muscles, baring her teeth she responds.
"ME. Whatya gonna do about it?"
