Concluding Negotiations

Patrice's cock continued to twitch inside Sophia, each spasm sending a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through her body as they kissed passionately. She could feel his cum leaking out of her, mixing with the water from the shower as it swirled around her thighs. Patrice's grip on her waist loosened, and he slowly lowered her to the ground, her legs shaking as they struggled to support her weight.

Sophia reached down and gently stroked Patrice's cock, her fingers tracing the length of his shaft as she coaxed the last remnants of his orgasm from him.

"Mine!" She declared to which Patrice replied, " Yours, always." Sophia kissed him again as a reward for his obedience while beginning to soap his cock.

As Sophia's fingers danced across Patrice's shaft, his sensitive skin twitching in response, she worked up a rich lather on his cock, the soap suds glistening in the fluorescent light of the shower. The air was thick with the scent of soap and sex, the water jets still pulsating around them, creating a soothing melody that seemed to echo the rhythm of their hearts. Patrice's eyes drifted closed, a look of pure bliss washing over his face as Sophia's fingers expertly massaged the last vestiges of tension from his body.

As they stood together under the warm cascade of water, Sophia's fingers continued to dance across Patrice's skin, washing away the remnants of their passion. The soap suds slid down his shaft, carrying with them the last vestiges of his orgasm, and Sophia's eyes watched with a proprietorial gleam as they swirled down the drain. Patrice's chest rose and fell with a contented sigh, his eyes still closed in bliss, as Sophia's hands moved up to cup his face, her thumbs tracing the lines of his jaw.

"Gently," she whispered, her breath a soft caress against his skin, "I can't be late for the party...I am supposed to be at a faculty meeting."

As Sophia's thumbs traced the lines of Patrice's jaw, her fingers gently tilted his head, her eyes locking onto his with a soft, yet unyielding gaze. The water continued to pour down around them, a relentless melody that seemed to heighten the intimacy of the moment. Patrice's eyes fluttered open, his pupils slowly focusing on Sophia's face, a languid smile spreading across his lips. Sophia's hands slid down to his shoulders, her fingers kneading the muscles, easing out the last vestiges of tension. "We'll have to make this quick," she whispered, her breath a gentle caress against his skin, "but I want one more thing from you before I go."

"Anything" he replied