I crack my eyelids to a gloomy Manhattan day, rain pitter-patters on the window and deep rolls of thunder rattle the skyline. His chest rises and falls, light snoring and groaning with each breath. My fingertips trace the contours of his face, the sharp jawline and full lips...our bodies naked and entwined into a perfect mold.

The smell of sex and weed lingers in the air and I can't help but smile like the Cheshire Cat. I have to admit, he was everything I expected and more. His dominance and control were intoxicating, and the way he fucked me senseless last night left my body aching for more.

But this morning, I feel a deep sense of gratitude towards him. He made me feel safe, cherished, and desired. As the rain outside continues to fall, I slowly begin to disentangle myself from his body. He stirs slightly but doesn't wake. I take a moment to admire his body.

Down the center of his chest and through the dark hair, I drag the tip of my nose and inhale his scent. The faint taste of him on my lips and tongue brings back memories of last night. The sounds of his moans and groans echo in my mind, filling me with desire.

His cock stirs awake and I greet it with a kiss, drawing its outline over the bed sheet. I need it.

His breathing is even. Still in the deepest sleep.

Slowly I slide down the bed, taking the sheet with me. His cock stretches free as I approach it, already hardening and begging to be touched. I wrap my fingers around it, feeling the warmth and hardness beneath my touch.

The tip is glistening. My tongue laps at his tip and I hear him moan. He stirs but does not wake. His sleeping body twitches slightly at my touch. I push his legs apart and lay between them, my palms against his inner thigh.

I open my mouth and slide it over his head, sucking lightly and swirling my tongue around the underside of his shaft. He's thick and long, and I can barely fit the whole thing in my mouth. The musk of our sex lingers on my tongue and I want more.

"Mmmng," he growls, stirring again. His hands find their way to my hair, running through it and gripping tight as I bob languidly up and down on his dick.

One hand moves to his balls, gently cupping them as the other makes its way to my pussy. I slip a finger in and groan as it easily slides up to the second knuckle. I work it in and out of my wet snatch as I continue to throat his cock. He holds my head in place and begins thrusting.

"Fuck, baby," he groans. His dick pulses in my mouth and I can feel it growing even harder. I take it deeper, pushing myself to fit more of him in my throat.

I gag but he doesn't stop, fucking my face as tears well up in my eyes. I'm forced to deepthroat his entire length and I can feel my throat begin to tear. I finally get a grasp of his balls and roll them around in my palms as I lap at the tip of his dick.

"Shit...I'm gonna..." he begins to say but I cut him off with a groan and a deep throat, stroking the base of his dick with each upward motion.

He lets out a growl and his cock swells in my throat. I begin to gag as he unleashes a thick stream of cum. It fills my mouth and even starts leaking from the corners. I swallow what I can and I savor every drop. He lets out a sigh and his dick begins to soften in my mouth. I release it from my throat and lick my lips.

"Fuck, woman. You're gonna be the death of me," he says, pulling me up into his arms and kissing me deeply. "You're something else."

"You'll die a happy man," I reply, smiling, stroking his cheek with the backs of my cool fingers. "I know you said you're working today. How about I make you breakfast to get you started on the right foot?"

"You don't have to do that, babygirl, you've already started me off right," he chuckles, "But I'd never say no to breakfast."

"So what're you in the mood for?" I ask.

He smirks and runs a hand through my hair. "Oh, I'm sure you'll come up with something delicious," he says, leaning in to kiss me softly. I giggle and push him away playfully.

As I start to get out of bed, he grabs my arm and pulls me back. "Not so fast," he says, his grip on me tightening. "Give Daddy a kiss."

I hesitate for a moment, but then I lean in and give him a quick peck on the lips. His grip on me loosens, and he smiles. "Good girl," he says, his voice low and gravelly.

Since I don't have any comfy stuff, I throw on one of his button-down shirts with my thong and leave him for his shower. I hum happily and dance around the kitchen, sifting through his cabinets and fridge.

He doesn't have much but I decide on bacon, eggs, and pancakes. Lucky for him, I'm a whiz in the kitchen. I whip up a quick batter and fry up the bacon, humming some random song. I start on the eggs when he wanders in, leaning in to kiss my neck. His hair is still wet, curls long and droopy.

"Damn that smells good," he whispers, lips close to my ear.

I giggle and turn around to face him, our eyes locking. His gaze is intense, his blue eyes piercing. "I hope it tastes as good as it smells," I say, my voice low and sultry.

"I was talking about you," he says, wrapping his arms around my waist and pressing his cheek against my shoulder. "But food looks good too."

"Then you better sit down and eat. Coffee's done."

He slides onto a stool at the bar as I finish up the food, flipping the cakes and sliding them onto a plate. "I forgot how beautiful it is...watching a sexy woman cook..."

"Your wife doesn't cook for you?" I place the food in front of him with butter and syrup, smirking as he digs into the plate.

"She tries, but she ain't you," he says, taking a swill of coffee, "I'm pretty sure there ain't bones in toast. She's decent with baking...sorta...but neither of us can really cook."

"I learned from my mom and grandmother," I tell him, stealing a slice of bacon from the plate and nibbling on it. "They both cooked for big family gatherings and holidays."

"That must have been nice," he smiles, "Mine were the same way. Jewish holidays are full of food. Now...we have it catered."

He wolfs down the rest of his food, going back for seconds, as I plate up some eggs and pancakes for myself and we eat breakfast together. He doesn't mention his wife again, but it's obvious she's on his mind.

"Sounds like you had a nice life with them," I say, sitting on his lap and feeding him a forkful of eggs. "Your family, I mean..."

"I did. They both died before their time...dad too. Heart attack, cancer. I've lost them all."

"I'm sorry to hear that."

"Thanks." He smiles sadly and kisses me, taking another forkful of pancake from me. "You know I can feed myself..."

"Maybe I like feeding you. There's just something very...intimate about it," I say with a shrug, kissing him deeply. "I like taking care of you."

"Well, I like you taking care of me," he smiles and gives me another kiss. "Today's your checkout day at the hotel. Thought about my offer?"

I chew on a slice of bacon thoughtfully and smirk. "I'll stay...if you want me."

"Of course I want you. You're gorgeous. You're the best lay in decades. You cooked for me and woke me up by sucking my dick. You've got the most gorgeous, voluptuous body I've seen in years. What's not to want?" He winks at me and stuffs a forkful of pancake in his mouth. "Tell you what...finish eating and we'll go to the hotel. I'll bring you back here to shower and you can either hang around or come to the theater with me."

"You're so bossy," I say, sticking my tongue out at him.

"And you're a brat," he grins, pinching my tongue between his forefinger and thumb. "You've eaten...now go get dressed."

"Yes, Sir," I whisper and return to the bedroom, thoughts racing through my head about David. Did we fall naturally into him dominating me? The choking...the primal way that he fucks me...telling me what to do today. I've always fantasized about submitting to him, but how was it this...easy?

He's a powerful man, successful, gorgeous and dominant. Is this my submissive personality coming out? Or is it because I'm scared and I feel like I have no control over anything else in my life right now other than this decision? I quickly get dressed and head back to the kitchen to find him cleaning up the pans.

"Done already?" he smiles.

"Yes. You didn't have to do that," I say softly, avoiding his eyes and taking the pan from his hands.

"Look at me," he says softly. I look up into his eyes. "You're beautiful." I feel my cheeks flush as I bite my lip gently. "Come on, let's get your things from the hotel."

He takes my hand in his and we walk out the door, down the elevator and out to his car. It's still early in the morning, but the sun is shining brightly from a clear blue sky and I can already feel its warmth on my face as he leads me to the passenger side and opens the door for me.

"You're making a right show of this," I giggle as I climb in.

"Well, someone's gotta play the gentleman for you," he says, winking at me as he closes the door and walks round to the driver's side.

I sit back in the seat and watch the city go by as we make our way out of it, heading to the hotel. I can feel my heart racing and my palms are a little sweaty. I feel like I'm about to jump off a cliff and I have no idea what's at the bottom.

He promised me that he wouldn't hurt me, but emotional pain can be just as bad as physical pain. I'm scared that I've given myself to him too easily. That I should be more independent and stand up for myself more.

But then, he's done nothing but treat me with nothing but respect and kindness ever since we met. I sit back in my seat and stare out of the window as we pull up outside the hotel. David looks over at me, waiting for me to move, but I just sit there, paralyzed with nerves.

He reaches out and takes my hand in his, giving it a gentle squeeze as he smiles at me. "It's okay, babygirl. I'm not going anywhere without you."

About halfway through the noon and early afternoon rehearsals, Dave and Joe were called into a meeting with a couple investors. I hung out awkwardly in the back row of seats, attempting to make myself as invisible as possible.

When Dave and Joe returned, Joe looked pissed off, Dave looked shocked. "What happened?" I asked, standing up from where I was sitting.

"They hate the outro and want it changed by tomorrow," Joe said furiously, walking past me.

My eyes widened. "The whole thing?"

"Yep," Dave says, "They said they absolutely, categorically, and unalterably hated the song. It was shit and we didn't have a clue what we were doing. They want to scrap the entire scene and start again from scratch."

"No! No! That can't happen! We were this close!" Joe says, holding his thumb and forefinger about an inch apart.

"We got this," Dave says optimistically. "Babydoll, I know we had dinner plans but those may need to wait. It's gonna be a long writing night."

"Fuck," I groan, running my hands over his hair. "Do you think you guys can just finish it tonight? Or should I just go home and leave you to it?"

"No, no," Dave says, pulling me out of the seat and into his arms. "Stay. We'll get it finished. Don't worry about it."

*~*HIS POV*~*

Melodic chords of my treasured baby grand piano inter-mingled with a high soprano reverberating through the apartment. The rain provides the harmonies and I listen carefully. When had she snuck out of bed?

That evening had been a fucking shitshow. What should have been a romantic chinese dinner with a movie and snuggles on the couch, turned into work...writing with Joe til 1am to fix a fucking mess. She was long asleep by the time I made it to bed.

All I wanted to do was cuddle her a bit. But a wandering hand, exploring fingers and lots of sleepy kisses...her hand sneaking out from the covers...the pop of buttons and purr of my zipper. I made sweet, sleepy love to my Goddess.

I tug on a pair of sweatpants as the clock struck the 4am hour and open the bedroom door, hanging back to find the tune in my head. 'Wrapped Around Your Finger' by The Police. A shiver tingles up my spine as her voice lowers to a throaty rasp. I chance a glimpse around the corner.

Her eyes are closed and her face is filled with a fiery passion I've become acquainted with. She finishes the song and I clap slowly, startling her from her reverie. I can feel her blush penetrating the dark.

"Jesus fuck, D," she giggles, "I thought you were asleep."

"Sorry...couldn't help myself. You sounded great."

She blushes again and bows her head, almost trying to hide. "Thanks...It's been a few years. I'm sorry if I woke you."

"Don't be," I whisper and lean onto the piano, supporting myself on my forearms. "I love hearing this old girl sing. Couldn't sleep?"

"I did for a couple of hours. My body tends to get restless during the night whether from insomnia or nightmares," she shrugs and plunks the ivory keys.

"Why didn't you say something? I'll happily help you with that issue." I slide onto the piano bench and kiss her cheek.

She looks into my eyes, searching for something. "There are some demons that sex can't satisfy." She bites her lip, looking away. "Sometimes I just need to feel...safe."

"You're safe with me, darlin'. I could take you back to bed and make love to you until the sandman steals you away." I wiggle my eyebrows, causing her to laugh.

"You can help me right now," she whispers in my ear, "it's been too long since I played piano."

I grin and nod. "How about something slower and less eclectic? Work your way back up..." I place her left hand on the rhythm chords and show her three simple ones. The opening chords for Bed of Roses. "Let your hands flow over the keys. Imagine it being the guided partner in a dance."

My right-hand joins hers and the left slides around her waist, holding her close to my side. "And this hand takes the guiding position. Directing the tempo and melody."

She nods and focuses on the keys. Her fingers trip over one another but soon find a steady pattern. I hum the tune, letting her know how it should sound. Her face lights up as she finds the melody. Her passion for music is contagious and I find myself drawn into the music.

As we begin to play, our fingers intertwine and the music fills the room. I can feel her breath against my neck and her heartbeat against my chest. The tension melts away and we both get lost in the music, lost in the feeling.

The melody of 'In These Arms' weaves between verse and chorus and she follows my lead. Her voice is soft and airy, a sweet soprano in her head space. The kind of voice that gives you goosebumps. The tempo picks up and I lose myself in the rhythm.

My fingers fly across the keys, matching the beat of the song. Our breath mingles, and heat radiates from our bodies. As the song comes to an end, we take a moment to catch our breath.

"You have such a beautiful voice," I whisper in her ear, "I could listen to you play for hours."

She smiles at me, her eyes shining.

She closes her eyes and smiles, leaning her head against my shoulder. "Mmm...that's supposed to be my line." Her fingers toy with mine, tracing the length of each finger. "Think I could bring you back home with me?"

"You don't need to bring me anywhere, darlin'. Wherever I am, that's where I want to be."

She hums in agreement and plays a few more notes before falling silent. "This is the most relaxed and...at ease I've been in years," she whispers, her eyes still closed. "Like I can be myself without worrying what others think."

I kiss her temple gently. "Same here, baby," I whisper back. "You've been a safe haven."

She nods and I slide a finger under her chin. "You're my muse, my inspiration, my everything," her breath is warm against my lips as she speaks.

I lean in and kiss her softly, feeling her breath. Our tongues dance together, exploring the depths and contours of each other's mouths. Her lips are soft and sweet, tasting of vanilla and mint. Her fingers thread through my hair, pulling me closer. The sensation is intoxicating.

"You know what always helps me to sleep? A midnight snack. I picked up a few things for ice cream sundaes on my way back from work." Without waiting for her answer, I go to the kitchen and collect the various sundae items with a single spoon.

I set everything on the piano and she cocks an eyebrow at me. "No bowls?"

"We don't need 'em," I reply and hold out my hand to her. She takes it gingerly and I haul her against my body, taking note of the storm rolling in over the city. Rain splatters the windows and lightning crackles across the sky.

I take my time pulling at the sash around her waist, placing butterfly kisses along her collarbone and neck. Her soft pink silken robe pools at her feet and she gasps as her perfect nipples meet the cool air. She looks incredibly vulnerable as her panties join the robe, tilting her head up to gaze into my eyes.

"You're beautiful," I whisper, my breath caressing her skin.

Her fingers play through my chest hair and she tweaks my nipples playfully. That hand trails down my stomach and under my shorts, grazing my cock. I grab her wrists, firm but gentle, and lift them to eye level.

"Remember what I said about the guided partner?" My hips rock with hers and pin her to the side of the piano. I hook her arms around my neck and slip my hands under her ass, lifting her onto the Steinway.

She spreads her legs to welcome me and I let her, feeling the smoldering heat from her pussy. I can't stop myself and sink my fingers into her. "My Goddess." I feel the want and need rising up...the want to fuck her and the need to possess her.

"Da--Daddy, please," she begs in a whisper, her fingers grasping for purchase at my chest. She finds it and her nails dig into my flesh. "Y--you want me for dessert?" She bats her eyelashes at me.

"Every fucking night," I reply with a smirk and peel off the lid of a mint chocolate chip carton, scraping the spoon along its creamy surface. For a moment, I stand back and lick the spoon greedily. Her cleanly shaved lips are glistening with excitement and I can't help but lean in for a taste. I feel her stiffen as my tongue meets her then release as she sighs.

"Oh...fuck, Daddy," she whines. I pull back and scoop another spoonful, this time feeding her.

"You're so pretty when you whine, babydoll," I growl with a grin. "You want another bite?" She nods eagerly and I load the spoon once more. I hold it out to her but retract it when she leans forward. Finally, I go to tip it into her mouth and let my hand fall away. The sweet dollop of ice cream drops onto one tit. "Oops."

I set the spoon down and pick up the ice cream in my hand, lifting it to her lips. You could say I had her eating out of my hand. And you'd be right. Her tongue darts out to lap up the melting cream and she giggles.

"Mmm, yummy." She reaches over and scoops out more from the carton, coating her fingers. "Want it?"

I take those fingers into my mouth and suckle each one, scraping her skin gently with my teeth. She puckers up for a kiss but I back away and pick up a small pillow from the couch.

"Here..." I place it on the piano. "Lay back for me, babydoll." She follows my request and lays on the piano, her body splayed naked for my enjoyment. This is mine. My dessert to savor in the darkness with only the lightning and faint city lights providing illumination.

Her legs dangle over the side and I slowly peel a banana for her to see. "I put it in the freezer just for you, baby." I toss the banana skin into the trash and hold it to her lips. "Open up." She does and I insert only the first inch, allowing her to suck it and enjoy the sweetness.

I coax her feet onto the smooth surface and tease her pussy with the fruit. She cries out when the frozen tip touches her. "Shhh...Remember, babydoll. No screaming. Only sweet moans..."

She inhales sharply as I work the banana into her body, the arch providing stimulation to every aching inch. I fit the full length in and admire it. Next is the ice cream and she has to bite her lips down to keep from screaming.

"That's my good girl...Enjoy the pleasures of your dessert, darling..." I lean over her body and spread her lips apart with my fingers. I lick the base of her clit slowly and feel it grow under my tongue. Her legs twitch and I hold them down as she tries to move against my mouth.

The light green sugary confection gets slathered between her tits and along her belly, my fingers performing this masterpiece. I swirl a single finger into her navel. Another dollop and her back arches as it drips into her hot slit. "Fuck, D...goddamnit that's cold!"

"Allow me to warm you up then." She moans when I drizzle on the warm chocolate sauce. I lick my lips and finish up my sundae with whipped cream. "Push a little of the banana out, baby. There you go. That's my good girl."

I take hold of it and pump her pussy with the frozen fruit. She's shivering from the cold and moans when I angle the banana up to massage her tender bundle of nerves. "Oooh shiiiit..." Her eyes are tearing up and I bury the banana for the time being.

"Such a sweet woman." I lower my head to tease her warm folds where the ice cream is fully melted. It mingles with her pussy juice and I moan hungrily for it. I follow where the trail of chocolate sauce disappears, needing to taste more of her.

My cool fingers spread her folds and, starting close to her fiery entrance with a tiny nibble of banana, I lick bottom to top like the most delicious ice cream cone during a hot summer day. I find her hard clit, pulsating and I roll it with my tongue to extract a prolonged groan from her lips.

The rich chocolate teases my taste buds and I go searching for more. The tip of my tongue exploring, seeking, tasting between each delicious fold. The banana is softening and joining the pool of moisture where she's sitting.

Her muscles constrict and relax, pushing the now mushy banana out inch by inch. Creamy drops anoint the shiny black surface of my piano, pooling just below her ass and the rest dribbling down my chin and chest.

My face is soaked but the rest of me is parched from the heat of the moment. I lap up all that I can, swallowing her warm honey and making sure not a drop is wasted. "Fuck me, D...I'm gonna...fuck."

I pick up the pace and suckle on her swollen clit, my cool fingers pumping as quickly as my mouth devours her. Her legs struggle to keep up with muscle contraction, my fingers rubbing her clit in a steady rhythm.

"Oh god..." She struggles to get the words out, gasping for air. "You're killing me." I roll my tongue along her hard little nub and she trembles.

Her fingers appear and I watch them, coated with a generous helping of ice cream, and she spreads it around her pussy lips. I growl and nip at her inner thighs, her hand trailing up to smear cream and sauce over my face.

"Care for a second helping?" She coos and moans when I slurp it up hungrily.

I stand straight and grab the bottle of chocolate sauce, drizzling over my hardened cock. She squeals in delight as I pull her roughly towards the edge. "I don't have cherries but I can top you with something better."

Her toes barely caress the floor and I impale her on my dick, the mushy banana oozing out of her pussy. It drips down my balls and thighs, falling with an unceremonious gloop on the hardwood floor. She locks her arms around my neck, chest to chest.

My hands are sloppy and I grip at the nape of her neck, getting the delicious swirl of sauce, whipped cream, and chocolate chunks in her hair. I capture her lips and tease her tongue with mine. My hips thrust against her as she reaches for the sauce.

I break the kiss to gaze upon the beautiful creature. "Lick it up, handsome," she whimpers and tips the bottle in front of my eyes, the stream of chocolate falling between us, onto her pretty tits and lubing up my cock as I stroke in and out of her body.

"Fuck, babydoll." I lick a sweet trail to a hard nipple, taking it in my mouth and devouring my treat. Her tits bounce happily as I fuck her, eyes rolling into her head when the base of my cock rubs against her clit. It's incredibly hot and gooey and it takes all I am to hold off.

No...not until she does...not until...she...fucking...cums...

I groan and nearly come apart as her slippery hand cups my balls, massaging them in her palm. I gasp as the sauce, cooling now, trickles down my spine and into the crease of my ass. The bottle falls from her hand after a particularly hard thrust.

"Oh goddamnit, darlin'," she cries out softly and her eyes are watering.

I hold her against me, groaning in her ear and speed up my pace. Each thrust makes a satisfying squelch, our bodies sticking to each other. "You gonna cum for me? You gonna give me that cherry on top, baby?"

"Yeeeesssssss," she hisses and grips me tighter.

"I want my fucking cherry, babydoll," and I dart my tongue out lick up sauce and sweat from her neck. I drive my cock to the hilt, withdraw...in...out...in with her sharp inhale and out with every gasp. I scoop one arm under a leg to open her wider and I see the chocolate sauce with her juices squirting thickly with each thrust.

"Fuuuuuuuck, baby, oooooh gooooooood....."

She drops her head back, coming undone in my arms, squirting twice and every muscle in her body twitching. I follow her and my cock spasms violently, filling her with my own cream. "Mmm...that's my cherry, babydoll...fuck..."

"Jesus fuck," she mumbles with a giggle. "I won't be able to stand or sit for a week."

I scoop her into my arms and nestle her against me, kissing her face and neck. "You're fuckin' amazing, you know that?"

"So are you," she sighs happily, leaning her head on my chest.

"C'mon, baby, let's get you cleaned up." I kiss her nose and head for the bathroom.

We stand under the hot water, wrapped in a sweet embrace, letting it clean off the remnants. The water pools in a pale green and light brown, but we don't care. Our hands gently wash the other, lips pressed together in a passionate kiss.

Steam fills the room and she nuzzles her nose to mine. We take turns lathering each other up. She takes a strange sort of pleasure in washing my hair, nails scratching my scalp and I let out a small groan. There is no talking. There's no need.

She's thorough in washing my body, her face giving off an expression of...euphoria. Around my cock and down my balls, her fingers are those of an angel. I groan in surprise as they explore further back, spreading my cheeks and teasing my asshole.

"David, I..." she starts to say, but I silence her with a finger to her lips.

"It's okay, babydoll. If you want to, just go slow."

She nods and coats her fingers in the soap once more before gently prodding at my rosette. The sensation is odd and different than anything I've ever felt. It's tight and hot, but not entirely unpleasant. I groan as she eases a finger inside and slowly pumps.

"You alright?" she asks and concern wrinkles her brow.

I nod eagerly and she continues, adding a second finger with a scissoring motion. It burns a bit, but it's a welcome pain. It's a strange thing for a straight man to feel a woman's finger slip into your ass the first time, but damn if she didn't have me moaning and begging for more.

"How's this, baby?" she asks with a smirk and wink.

"Perfect, just don't stop."

She grins and leans in to kiss me deeply while continuing to pump her fingers into my ass. The pleasure is building rapidly and I can feel the tingling sensation all through my body. It's not just my dick like the thousands of orgasms I've experienced. No. It's full body. Head to toe stretching out to the very tip of my existence.

"You close, handsome?" she whispers in the mist.

"God, yes. Don't stop, just like that..." I pant, gripping her hand and urging her on. Her free hand wraps around my cock, stroking it firmly. "Fuck, babygirl..."

"Come for me, David," she says in a demanding tone, prodding my prostate.

"Shit, baby....I'm gonna...I'm gonna..." She smirks up at me as I cum over her face, her fingers massaging my prostate and milking me for every last drop. I pull her up into my arms and growl, "My turn."

Luckily, my wife forgot her nicest smelling shampoo and shower gel here from last time. What a shame. Japanese Cherry Blossoms. Exquisite and my favorite. She gazes up as I lather up her hair and inhale the scent. It goes straight through me.

I adjust the shower head so she's just out of the spray and continues working her body. My fingers spread the shower gel and I use my loofa to build the suds. Soon she's covered head to toe. I hang the loofa up and detach the showerhead.

She tilts her head back towards me and I begin rinsing down her back and legs. There's no need to ask her to turn. Her tits are taunting me. Again. I direct the spray over her shoulders and chest, moving to my knees the lower I get. Finally, I'm kneeling in front of her. A humble servant to this Goddess.

"Put your foot up here," I pat the shower bench, "Need to get you absolutely pristine, baby."

She balances using my shoulder and the wall, spreading her body open to me once more and pinned to the wall. God, it's divine. She's sensitive and jumps when the stream hits her clit. I smirk wickedly and hold her still with a hand on her belly.

"You're so soft and beautiful, baby," I rasp, taking care to rinse inside her pussy, "So sexy..."

Her moans echo off the bathroom walls and its music to my ears. She leans her head back against the shower wall, breathing in and out slowly, and trembles as I turn my attention back to her clit. Between the powerful water jet and my mouth, she soars off to heaven over and over, moaning my name like an angel and swearing like the devil.

She damn near collapses into my arms and I wrap us both in towels. The rain has only gotten worse and we take our time drying each other in front of the large bedroom window, lightning illuminating our faces.

She's beautiful. Her eyes are wide and bright, her skin glowing a gorgeous pink from the heat of the shower and her hair tumbles down in loose wet waves. Her hand touches my cheek and I kiss the palm, my bright blue eyes staring down into hers.

The weight of the world fades away. Everything that's ever been wrong and everything going to be right. I know it in my heart, I know it here with my arms around her warm body. My head rests in the dip of her shoulder and she strokes my hair. We stand like this for a long time.

"C'mon, baby," I say, scooping her into my arms and laying her in bed.

She's quiet for a moment, just listening to the rain. Her eyes drift closed then meet mine. "David?" she asks quietly.

"Yeah?"

"Will you do something for me?"

"Anything."

"Just...hold me for a little while and maybe sing to me?" I nod, wrapping my arms around her shoulders and pulling her into my chest. She sighs and relaxes into me. "I'm sorry," she whispers, "I just...needed this."

"No need to apologize, baby." I kiss the top of her head and we just listen to the rain. It's hypnotic. Soothing. Her body is warm, round and soft against mine. The words flow from my lips. "I know you heard it all before. There's nothing worse than living less. When you yearn for something more. Makes no sense, it's hard to understand. When there's something that should fill you up. Keeps slipping through your hands."

I kiss the crown of her head again, gently rubbing my thumb over her cheek. She sighs and snuggles tighter. Her breathing slows down and she's almost asleep.

"This is the last night you'll have to be alone. I'll be standing right beside you, you can't make it on your own. So walk with me, please, help me to be strong. I'll be the shoulder you can lean on when everybody's gone. This is the last night you'll have to be alone," I sing to her and mean every word.

Her body trembles slightly as she slips into a deep sleep. Her soft snoring was muffled by my chest. I catch a glance at the bedside clock. Six in the morning. And I need to be up at 7. Fuck me.

"Babe," I whisper, pressing a kiss to her forehead, "I gotta go to work." She only responds with a snore so I stumble in the dark for my clothes and close the door behind me.