The phone ring cut through the air. He was smoking on the balcony, answering the call. Listening to his worldly tone, his face showed displeasure. He shook his head and sighed. The workings of the real world often left him uneasy and restless.
I got up from under the covers and walked into the bathroom. He had already filled the bathtub with water.
I stepped naked into the warm water, letting the massaging jets pound against me. My eyes kept glancing toward him, an indescribable desire, hoping he would notice.
He caught my signal, hung up the phone, and came over to me. Looking down, he stroked my head. His cock was always awakened by my gaze.
I stood up to meet him, lightly tracing my index finger over his nipple, sliding along the curve of his body down to his cock.