"For god sake Tim, how many times have I told you not to close the bathroom door after a shower," Ivo called after me.
"Why though?"
"Because it gets all steamy and everything gets sticky," he told me abruptly.
"Ooooh," I laughed. "It gets steamy and sticky? Sounds like my kind of shower."
He turned away from me but I could tell he was smiling to himself.
"You're a bloody nuisance sometimes," he joked.
"Yeah, okay," I replied heading into the living room. Everything was more muffled as I used the towel to dry my hair and my heart almost stopped when I looked up and Ivo was in front of me. It amused me to see him in pyjama bottoms and an old t-shirt. He looked so domesticated and it gave me a strange urge to rip it all off him.
"Turn around," he ordered, taking the towel from my hands. My mouth fell open slightly as I took in his lust blown eyes and did as he had instructed. Already I could feel tension building. He slowly ruffled the towel through my hair and I leant back into his touch.
"Ivo," I half whispered, letting my eyes flutter closed. I gave a soft gasp as I felt his hand rest on my chest and he pulled me closer to him. He smelt of intoxicating cologne that made me melt onto the floor.
"You want me to fuck you," he whispered into my ear, causing the hairs on the back of my neck and my forearms to stand on end.
"Yes," I moaned softly, anticipating a sudden ferocity to his movements but instead he seemed to slow down, his fingers lightly tracing over my stomach and down one thigh. After five minutes of his touch I was almost hyperventilating.
"Ivo, please," I almost begged.
"Please what," he questioned, the tip of his tongue resting at my earlobe, holding back my reward.
I could barely think straight to form a response and he asked again quietly.
"What do you want Tim?"
"You," I replied.
"You want me to take you right here on the floor," he chuckled darkly, swiping his tongue across the side of my neck.
"Yes."