The idea of doing absolutely nothing today teases me, the feeling of being wrapped in bed all day feels heavenly. The hustle of driving through traffic in this heat, to watch some concert on the beach not making me excited. Feels like stress, and sweat. I would rather sweat from being under his body, shower and repeat, than sweat as we listen to bands we don’t even know.

I stare at the shower tiles hoping they understand and can relay the message to him. Getting ready for a day I’d rather be doing something else with, is annoying. He yells from the hallway for me to hurry up. Blah. With a honest fist of annoyance I move into the shower, mentally note what I will wear, my quickest makeup routine, in this heat there’s almost no point, probably melt off, and guess my hair will just have to be in natural waves down my back all day.

“Still?” I hear him say behind the glass door. Fuckmewhatthefuck, grrr.

 The shower door opens, he stands dressed ready to go, a smirk of irritation plays across his face. Soap trickles from my hair down my body. I hand him the washcloth. Might as well shower me since he’s in such a rush. 

He pulls his shirt over his head, removes his shoes, tosses his shorts and joins me. A little bit of time on me won’t hurt him. 

He rinses my hair, washes my body, and grabs my face. “I fucked you plenty when we woke up, and you will beg again for my cum tonight. But you will not ruin our day.” 

With that he kisses me… and helps me get dressed….