127: May The Best Man Win

André's POV

I lay beside my beautiful woman, watching her breathe slowly and taking in her scent. She was perfect.

My cock throbbed a little, and when I grasped it, a sharp pleasurable sensation shot through my body. I groaned and took my hand off it.

I turned to look at Olivia and saw that she was falling asleep. Her skin felt sticky with all the sweat and love juices.

“Princess, wake up. Let me get you cleaned first."

“Huh?"

Her eyes were drooping, and she looked so cute as I tried to get her to stand up so that she could have a bath. I carried her to the bathroom and placed her in the tub. She barely flinched and continued to rest in my arms.

I ran her a warm bath, and as she slept, I cleaned her. The scent of hot, steamy sex ebbed away and was replaced by the scent of jasmine and rosemary.

“André…”

She mumbled my name sleepily but didn't wake up. She was simply adorable.

I finished washing her up and dabbed her dry with a towel. I never realised how light she was. I could pick her