Let Her Take A Break

"It's alright," I said. "Let's get you washed up and get out of here."

I grabbed the body wash and lathered up my hands. Lisa and I were back to groaning soft Mmmmm's as this time it was me admiring her incredible body, pressing my thumbs into her shoulders and lower back. Her skin was so soft, so smooth.

"Mmmm..." Lisa let out a louder moan as my hands found her breasts.

"We need to make sure these are nice and squeaky clean," I said, kneading my fingers into the soft pillowy flesh.

"You can wash them as much as you want," Lisa purred. Eventually we both gave into how tired we were. We rinsed off, dried off, and collapsed into bed. Lisa's wet hair splayed out across the bed, leaving damp spots on the pillows and sheets. I didn't care.

"Can you get me another water?" Lisa asked just as I was cozying up to her warm, damp body.

"Of course," I said. I slipped on a pair of shorts and headed upstairs. This time, the only sounds coming through the door of the master bedroom was Chris' snoring. I grabbed a cold water bottle and retreated back to my room. By the time I got there Lisa was fast asleep.

I smiled and looked down at her beautiful, sleeping face, her incredible form half covered by the sheets. I thought about waking her to get her to drink but I didn't have the heart. So, instead, I set the water on the nightstand, and slipped into bed next to her. I watched her chest rise and fall for a few minutes as I recounted the events of the night.

What a fucking night