CHAPTER 22: LOOFAH

Once Max finishes my back, his hand glides down to my feet. He retrieves the second loofah to address the front of my legs and thighs simultaneously.

Well, it seems like he's growing somewhat impatient himself.

He soaps his way up to my breasts, and when he notices how erect my nipples have become, he leans in against me once more, sending a familiar shiver down my spine. He hands me the loofahs.

"Your turn," he whispers, his warm, minty breath tickling my ear.

Oh, thank goodness. I don't think I could have endured much longer. You agree, right? Buffy chimes in. I'm hyperventilating up here FOR you. I take the loofahs and apply Drew's two-in-one men's shampoo and conditioner onto them. Instead of turning around, I bend at the waist, allowing my buttocks to brush against his sheathed erection. I don't need to see his face to know how this affects him; I can feel it myself. I move the loofahs to his feet and, in a teasing manner, simultaneously slide them up each leg, eventually reachin