"I don't think I have ever seen something so beautiful wrapped all over me before." Doug is lazily running his fingers up and down my bare back, admiring how I look with my arm and leg draped across his nakedness. "I could do with staying like this all night long." He sighs; a sigh of such obvious contentment.

Snuggling in closer to Doug, I mumble with my chin on his shoulder. "I'm going to fall asleep at this rate." My own fingers now begin to play with the soft, dark hairs that thinly cover his chest.

"I might, too." In a playful move, he's now rolling us from side to side on the bed. "But we can't sleep until later." Teasingly kissing my neck, Doug is trying to snap us both out of our dozy bliss.

Giggling beneath him, my hands entwine around the back of his neck. "I'd better go and have a shower, I suppose?"

Sniffing the skin on my neck and my collar bone, Doug grins. "I think I prefer you smelling of sex and me."

Laughing, I cheekily give him a playful peck on the lips before pushing him off for that shower. Watching my every move, Doug calls out from where he is still lying on the bed. "Do you need a hand? I could be your shower gel squeezer?"

I'm smiling to myself as I turn the shower on before peeping my head around the bathroom door. "You can be my chief shower gel squeezer, if you like?"

As Doug eagerly clambers off the bed, his mobile starts ringing from where he left it on the bedside table. With the steam from the water spray now creeping into the hotel room, I leave Doug to take his call in private while I go and have that shower. While I massage in the shampoo into my dark hair, I can't seem to wash away any of the happiness from my face. Sleeping with Doug was everything I imagined it to be—sexy, unhurried, cherishing and fun—he's an attentive lover, that's for sure. Tipping my head gently back to rinse the silky suds from my hair, I smile at the memory of how good Doug's lips felt as they brushed themselves across my outstretched throat. The thrill of it, can still be felt in the depths of my excited stomach. With my eyes closed and the water warmly raining down on me, I don't hear Doug join me in the shower; I only feel his familiar and arousing touch. His hands are caressing my soaked body—my arms, my shoulders and then the top of my thighs—caressing them in sensuous silence until he feels ready to huskily break that sensuous silence. "I'm just getting the shower gel." Holding me safely around the waist with one arm, Doug's soaked physique sticks to the front of my body as he reaches for the milk and vanilla shower wash behind me. With my hair now rinsed of all my shampoo, I wipe the water from my eyes with my fingers, because I want to see Doug.

I want to see all of him, naked and so steamily wet.

Giving the plastic bottle a quick little squeeze, out comes the thick and fragrant wash in the palm of his waiting hand. Pressing his body against mine again, and enjoying it while he does, Doug puts the shower wash back on the small shelf with a sinfully given smirk. Once back to his steamy place in front of me, he rubs his hands slowly together; those brown eyes of his not once looking away from my anticipating blue ones. "Let's get you all lathered up." Is his quietly given promise. Like I am made of something so beautifully breakable, he tenderly starts washing all of my skin. His soapy hands lather up my arms, my stomach, my breasts and my neck. "Turn around." Comes a hushed order as he pleasurably proceeds to caress the shower gel into my back and all over my buttocks. His wet palms deliver such delicate and desirous strokes, excitably everywhere on my milk and vanilla fragranced skin. Tilting my head, I silently plead for his lips to adore my cleansed throat. Knowing what I want, Doug brings the fullness of his masterful mouth down onto my neck. As his hands wipe away the last traces of the sweet-smelling shower gel from my body, his lips are getting all dirty upon my enthralled neck.

They kiss.

They suck.

They glide.

They rub.

They peck.

They tease.

Alongside the cascading warmness of the water, I am in total ecstasy.

I just love how my body responds to him.

Every touch.

Every breath.

Every moan.

It all feels so wonderfully right and so wonderfully instinctive.

Slowly moving myself around to face him, my face is wearing nothing but bliss. "Your turn." Is what I tell the glorious Doug DiCarto, as I reach back for the shampoo. With his hands still sexily skimming my hips, I begin washing his thick, dark hair. My fingers slowly massage the suds into his scalp, enjoying the closeness that the simple act of hair washing is giving me. It's yet another experience to enjoy with him. Yet another thing that is new and intimate. I think most of the things that happen between Doug and I, are solidifying who we are together. It's strengthening our ever-growing relationship.

"I've never had someone wash my hair before." Doug smiles down at me, his fingers drawing my body in just that little closer to him. "I really like it." His eyes become bright and lidded with satisfaction. "I really like you doing it." Him adding that he likes me doing it, seems like he just needed me to hear him say it.

So, with my fingers sweeping down his strong sternum, I affectionately reply. "I'm glad you do, because I've never done this before." My finger tips seem to be enjoyably mapping out caressing routes to use on his thoroughly bare and saturated skin.

"What, never?" Doug quietly sounds surprised that I've never showered with another man before.

Our intimacy becomes blurred with the memory of how depressingly ashamed I used to be of my body. "I never used to look like this, Doug." Slips so meekly from between my dripping wet lips.

Lifting my chin, Doug's smile is assuringly sweet and kind. "Don't ever be ashamed of who you used to be, Frankie. Who you once were, she will always be a part of you." Wanting to kiss my wet lips, he is still smiling while he so lovingly does. "I would have been attracted to you whatever your size."

With an unladylike snort, I narrow my eyes on him. "No you wouldn't." Is my defensive and dismissive reply.

"I would have."

"You wouldn't."

"Yes. I. Would." He over enunciates those three little words.

I'm now laughing, not believing him at all. "You wouldn't."

Doug now grabs my backside, giving it a playful squeeze with his frolicking fingers. "If you were the Frankie Fenner from four years ago, it would just mean that I would have so much more of your sexy ass to play with." Is what he teasingly comes out with.

Giggling at how his fingers are still stupidly squeezing my bum cheeks, I grab him by the shoulders, just in case I slip in the shower. "Okay, I believe you! Now stop it before I fall."

Kissing me deliciously slow and firm, Doug is smirking all the while he is possessively snogging me. Never before have I felt so wanted and desired by a man. Falco was my last lover, but I had zero confidence both in and out of the bedsheets when I was with him. Since losing weight, I have dated a few guys, even snogged a few as well, but Doug is the first to see my naked self since completely slimming down. To know that he still found me attractive when I was at my biggest and at my unhappiest, only makes him more attractive to me.

Doug DiCarto is special in so many ways.

His talent as a DJ and a producer, is special.

His music, is special.

His ability to make me feel special, is special.

"We had better get out of here, or we'll never get to Revival tonight?" Doug softly kisses my shoulder, then my forehead. "Mack called me earlier, he's waiting for me in my hotel room with Lanky and some of the others."

Knowing that I'm going to take longer than Doug to get ready, I hang off him with my wet hands linked around the back of his neck. "I'm going to be a while getting ready, so why don't you join your friends and I'll come to your room as soon as I am done?"

Kissing my nose lots of sweet and lovely times, Doug says. "Okay, but don't be ages as I miss you and your beautiful backside too much." He then laughs, giving both my ass cheeks one last teasing squeeze.

"I'll be as quick as I can." I tell him with a wide and silly grin.

Now getting out of the shower, Doug grabs a towel and leaves me with a smirk as he rubs himself with the large white towel as he walks from the bathroom and back into the bedroom.

Knowing that he'll be waiting for me once he has finally left my hotel room, is yet another thing for me to smile about.

Yep, the smiles just keep on coming when Doug DiCarto is around.

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