Aftercare

Eleni

The rising sun peeks through the heavy hotel curtain as I lean back into Dante’s hands in the massive bathtub. He smooths conditioner over my hair, the final step in our now usual aftercare routine. I sigh and continue picking up the pieces of myself that scatter when he takes me apart like that. Still, I always return to myself looser-limbed and more at ease than before.

Dante drops a kiss on my soapy shoulder. “How are you doing, El?”

“Good.” I smile. “You?”

He chuckles. “Grateful that little stunt didn’t get us kicked out of the restaurant. I liked the food.”

I grin. “And the blowjob?’

“Now I know you’re back.” He shakes his head. “The blowjob, I can get at home. Or anywhere else, it seems.”

I stretch out as I laugh. Through the soapy water, I can just see my tanned legs next to Dante’s longer, paler ones. I tangle my ankle with his just to feel him in more places.

“Do you ever daydream about that?” I ask.

Dante removes his hands from my hair. “Don’t rinse yet, it needs to si