He woke up slowly, savoring the memory of last night.
It had been months since that first night on Cloud Nine, when he had led her here in a blindfold. They had been meeting whenever they could, not always here, but always for sex. Except, it had become more than just sex for him. But for her? He couldn't tell. He had told her he loved her a couple of times but she never said it back.
He opened his eyes and looked at her. She was lying on her side, spooned up next to him, her hair fell softly over her shoulder. He brushed it aside and kissed her softly where it had lain. She stirred slightly and a content smile played across her lips. If this was all it ever was, he'd still be happy.
He got out of bed quietly, leaving her there to her dreams, and went to take a shower. He stood there awhile relishing the hot water as it ran over his body, not hearing the shower door open behind him.
Suddenly her hands were on his back, washing him. They started on his shoulders, working in slow, soapy circles down his back and over his ass. She slowly moved them around to his front, washing his chest and stomach, then she moved down, taking him in her hand.
"Oh yeah, that feels….really……" He closed his eyes and leaned forward into the shower wall.
"Do you like that?"
He moaned his response.
She kissed his back and bit the flesh on his shoulder, lightly marking him.
He turned around to face her, put his arms around her waist and pulled her close. He leaned down and kissed her slowly and passionately. She fell into the kiss, wrapping her arms around his neck, and pressing her body against his.
"Good morning to you too." He said. "Sleep well?"
"Very." She purred. "I had a dream about you."
He cocked an eyebrow. "Did it have anything to do with the shower?"
"Mmm hmm." She ran her hands up his chest, then bent down to kiss it, playing her tongue across his nipples.
He ran his fingers through her hair and down the sides of her face. He put a finger under her chin and guided her back up to him.
"I love you, you know." He said.
"I know."
He looked at her with hopeful anticipation.
"I'm not saying it back." She said, teasing.
The hurt look in his eyes was adorable.
"Would you rather I tell you or show you?" She asked with a big smile.
The look of hopeful anticipation came back.
"Show me. Please."
She slid down his body and took him in her mouth. She worked him like a fine instrument bringing him to orgasm slowly and with purpose. He repeated her name like a prayer as he came.
She reached behind him and turned off the shower.
"I don't want you to get all pruney. I'm not done with you."
She grabbed a towel and dried him off with it, then wrapped it around his waist. She took another and wrapped it around herself, then she took his hand and led him back to the bed.
She pulled off his towel and pushed him onto the bed so he was lying flat on his back. She crawled up his body like a cat and kissed him deeply. His hands went to her back, trying to pull off the towel, but she broke off the kiss and sat up so she was straddling him.
"Not yet, handsome."
She lifted herself slightly and brought herself down again, sliding him into her. She closed her eyes and bit her lower lip at the sensation. He moved in time with her, watching her as she came closer to her orgasm.
He slid his hand under the towel and touched her where their bodies met. She came instantly, calling out to the gods and to him. He followed her with his own powerful orgasm.
She collapsed on top of him, and he wrapped his arms around her, holding her tight against him.
"I could stay like this forever." He whispered.
"Then you should ask me to marry you." She said nonchalantly.
"What?"
"Remember that deal we had?"