He watched her from the bed. He didn't know how he'd even got there. He was lying on the duvet, naked apart from a wry smile, an expensive wristwatch and towel that she may have casually thrown over his midriff.
It was not that he couldn't remember.
He couldn't care.
She walked towards the shower, stopping briefly to glance over her shoulder to make the slightest eye contact, whilst letting her white robe drop.
She clicked her fingers and the shower burst into life. Two pairs of three jets
The water hitting her flesh instantly.
Others might have thought it too cold.
Not her.
It.
Was.
Just.
Right.
The cascade of water turned white and she was covered in a thick, creamy, luxurious imperial lather. Her nakedness disguised but ever present.
Her arms crossed over, massaging her shoulders before running a solitary finger past a silver necklace chain and then along each collarbone, easing her head back to expose the smooth flesh of her neck.
'Nirvana' he whispered.
She spread her elbows and her fingers lingered as they teased her nipples. Stroking them at first, pushing gently against their swelling before starting to pull and twist.
She wanted him to do this, but she wanted him to watch more.
She could see his focus. Fierce yet contained.
'Bite me' she mouthed as he shifted on the bed, the heat between his legs growing.
Her hands slid over her belly.
Taught.
Toned.
Inviting.
Reminding him of the first time he had seen it. That stolen glance. She had stretched to pull the strap of her bag over her shoulder as it had caught and pulled at the tails of her perfectly tailored shirt.
