JAMES'S POV
As I carry her into the bathroom, I can see the exhaustion in her eyes, but also the satisfaction of our shared pleasure.
I gently place her down on the bathroom floor and quickly start running the shower, ensuring that the water is warm and inviting. The sound of the water cascading down is soothing, almost like a lullaby after the storm of our passion. I watch as she steps into the shower, the water washing away the remnants of our lovemaking, leaving her skin clean and refreshed.
But the pampering doesn't stop there. I move to the bathtub and begin filling it with warm water, adding a generous amount of bubble bath to create a wonderful and relaxing atmosphere. The scent of the bubbles fills the room, adding to the ambiance of calmness and indulgence.
As the bathtub fills, I help her step in, the warm water enveloping her body in a comforting embrace. I can see the tension melting away from her muscles, the ache of our passionate encounter slowly fading into a distant memory. We sink into the water together, letting the warmth seep into our bones, soothing and comforting us in its embrace.
We sit in silence, enjoying the moment of peace and relaxation, the only sound being the gentle lapping of the water against the sides of the bathtub. I reach out and take her hand, squeezing it gently, a silent gesture of gratitude for the shared experience we just had. I want her to know that she is important to me.
After a while, we emerge from the bathtub, our bodies feeling rejuvenated and refreshed. I wrap her in a fluffy towel, the softness of the fabric a comforting touch against her skin. We exchange a knowing smile as we dry off.
I can't help but feel grateful for the opportunity to care for her in this small but meaningful way. I don't remember the last time I took care of a woman after sex. Usually, I just leave after I finish never to see them again, and if I run into them I pretend not to know them.
"I have my nightwear in my bag." She says as we finish drying off.
"Okay, can you walk or do you want me to lift you?" I ask her.
"I can walk but if you want to lift me I won't complain." She says with a smile. I lift her naked body as she puts her arms around my neck.
"Are we not going to clean up here first?" She asks as we pass the playroom.
"I will clean it later, I need to sterilize all the toys," I tell her. I put her down after reaching my bedroom.
As I watch her graceful movements, I can't help but admire the way she carries herself with confidence and allure even without clothes. Her every step exudes a sense of confidence that is simply mesmerizing. And when she reaches for her bag and pulls out that tiny, sexy black nightgown, my heart skips a beat.
I watch in awe as she slips into the nightgown, the fabric clinging to her curves in all the right places. The way it hugs her body accentuates her every curve, leaving me breathless. "Are you going to continue staring at me or will you put something on?" she asks with a playful glint in her eye.
I can't help but chuckle at her teasing tone. "You can't blame me for staring when you look that sexy," I reply, a hint of admiration in my voice. I quickly grab my sweatpants and a shirt, and I put them on.
"I am sure you are hungry, let's go and cook something to eat," I suggest, eager to spend more time with her. She nods in agreement, her eyes sparkling with a hint of mischief.
As we make our way to the kitchen, she leans in close and whispers, "Let's go, I am drained after how hard you fucked me." Her words send a shiver down my spine, a reminder of the passion we shared just moments ago.
I can't help but smirk at her boldness. "I didn't hear you complaining, you were the one begging for more," I tease, taking her hand in mine as we descend the stairs together.
"What do you want to eat?" I ask her after we reach the kitchen.
"What's there?" She asks.
"I think there is meat and chicken in the freezer, there is rice, pasta, potatoes, and some vegetables. It's been a long time since I went shopping so the things to cook are limited." I explain to her.
"I am sure we can cook something using the ingredients we have." She says.
"Alright let's do that," I say as I slap her ass on my way to the sink.
"James, don't get any ideas." She says.
"Well, a man can try." I tease her.
"Just hurry up, I am hungry," she says.
"What are we going to cook? I ask her.
"Well, how about we make a stir-fry with the meat and vegetables?" Jude suggests.
"That sounds good to me. Let's get started," I reply as I start chopping up the vegetables.
As we cook together, we banter back and forth, making jokes and teasing each other. Cooking with Jude is fun, I slap her ass from time to time.
After a while, the delicious aroma of the stir-fry fills the kitchen, making our mouths water. We quickly plate up our meal and sit down at the table to enjoy our creation.
"I hope this tastes the way it looks," Jude says as she puts the food in her mouth. "Mmmm, this is delicious, James." She says as she closes her eyes enjoying the food.
"You are right it's tasty," I say after I swallow the food.
"I told you." She says. "I like this."
"What do you like?" I ask her.
"Eating with someone, I am always alone. The only time I eat with someone is at work with my friend Juliana or when my father invites me to go home but most of the time he just yells at me about things I do that he does not like."
"Does that happen often? I mean your father yelling at you."
"Yes. He is the reason why I went to the club the day we met."
"Well, I should thank your father then," I tell her.
"Yeah, you should." She says with a smile.
We continue eating in silence as we enjoy the food.