I didn't know if he even heard me. I wouldn't be too surprised if he hadn't. The rush from our high eas still buzzing in my ears so that the raining down shower overhead sounded fairly close to that of a thunderstorm.
I burrowed closer against Eric, needing his warmth. Oddly enough I drew comfort from his closeness. And his strength. My hand absently ran over the corded muscles of his back eliciting a deep rumble of a response from his chest that complemented the raging storm billowing around us.
Unmoving we sat there. Pressed together uncomfortably. Yet to comfortable with each other to move away. There was some other power that held us so fused together. But chilled water grew colder as the heat of our bodies faded away.
I made to move then. Rising to my feet. Lifting my body free of his. I was instantly lonely gazing down at Eric still on his knees. It was a strangely subservient pose for him. It shook me to see him like that. So much so that I involuntarily reached doen to grasp uselessly at his shoulders to urge him up.
He simply stared at me before finally giving in and allowing me to hrlp him to his feet. I reached for the fallen soap and scrub and started to wash up then. Only my hands worked not on me but on the man before me.
It was a strangely quiet ministration. I soaped and scrubbed every part of him, quite thoroughly and he merely stood there permitting my actions. I didn't know why I did it. Only that I wanted to. But I couldn't meet his gaze as once done I washed myself too.
The water was turned off a moment later and Eric grabbed a towel to run himself dry then using the same damp towel, he mopped me up too.
Taking my hand, he led me to his bed.
"Get in," he said. His voice hoarse still from our raw passions. I hesitated the barest instant knowing the choice wasn't really mine for the taking. Then he was climbing into bed beside me and the light went off abruptly.
It was a long moment later, after I had freezed sufficiently beneath the covers on my own, that Eric reached out to take hold of my arm and drag me close. Then closer still till the heat of his furnace fanned my own. And the exploration of his lips and limbs of my person begun a new.
Tired though I already was, I offered no token of resistance. There was no longer any sense in denying my need for him. Whether this was mere fucking or exquisite love making, I had to have him. Just as he needed me. For as long as he needed me.
His ministrations were tender this time. Sensuous and intimate in its intensity. I felt the focus precision of his attentions to every part of me that he chose to pause and linger over. When his hips rode mine, each nudge and shove was lingering if rough in his delivery. Our passions were still too raw for much finesse. And the urgency that swiftly took over the pace couldn't be denied.
This time whe we reached the pinacle and shattered together towards reality, we didn't draw apart. Rather I slid into deep sleep with my limbs still entwined around him. Holding Eric close as he lay meshed up against me.
Sometime during the night he awoke me again and drew me into his arms for a savage fucking that had oddly enough gotten more desperate and needy despite our earlier indulgence.
I woke up in the morning to find him gone. No doubt at work. Which was fine with me.
Only, I was locked in the elegant unit and still very much without my bags with me.
