JUDE'S POV
"I think we should get up, I need a shower," I say after some time. I can feel James's sperm coming out of my pussy.
"You are right," James says as he picks up his pants from the floor and lifts me carrying upstairs to his bedroom, he puts me down once we reach the bathroom.
James's bathroom is so beautiful, with its luxurious fixtures and elegant design. The marble countertops and sleek faucets give the room a sense of sophistication and style. The large, glass-enclosed shower looks so beautiful and clean.
As we step into the shower, the warm water cascades over our bodies, washing away the remnants of the passionate sex we just had. The steam fills the room, creating a sensual and intimate atmosphere. James reaches for the body wash and lathers it onto my skin, his touch gentle.
"I can wash myself you know," I tell him.
"I know you can do it on your own, I just want to take care of you as much as I can." He says.
"You are spoiling me too much, I might get used to it."
"You should get used to it, because you deserve to be spoiled." I close my eyes and let the water wash over me, feeling a sense of peace and contentment. James's hands move over my body, massaging away any tension and leaving me feeling pampered and cared for.
After we finish showering, we step out of the shower and dry off with luxurious soft towels. James wraps his arms around me, pulling me close to him, I can't help but feel a sense of contentment. His touch is gentle yet reassuring, and I find myself leaning into him, soaking in the comfort of his embrace. "I am glad you are here, Jude," he says, his voice filled with sincerity.
I smile, feeling a warmth spread through me at his words. "I am glad I am here too," I reply, surprised at how much I have come to enjoy his company. Being around men has never been my favorite thing, but with James, it's different. There's a sense of ease and comfort that I haven't felt before. He makes me feel seen, something I have never felt before.
"I am happy to know that you like my company," James says, his eyes meeting mine. "It is good I am not the only one feeling like that." His words make me feel appreciated and valued, and I can't help but feel grateful for his presence in my life. I am glad I went to the club that night.
"Come on, let's take you to bed," James says, a playful glint in his eyes as he scoops me up in his arms. I can't help but laugh as he carries me to the bedroom, feeling safe and secure in his embrace.
As we settle into bed, the soft sheets enveloping us in their warmth, I can't help but feel grateful for this moment. Spending time with James has made me realize that beauty and joy can be found in the simplest of gestures. As I drift off to sleep in James' arms, I know that I am exactly where I am meant to be at the moment.
When I wake up the next morning I find myself alone on the bed. There is a note on the bedside table, I pick it up to read what's written. "I am going downstairs to prepare breakfast. Wear the shirt I have put on the bed." I find myself smiling after reading the note. James is showing a different side of himself every day.
After making the bed I go to the bathroom to take a quick shower. After my shower, I put on the shirt James left on the bed.
I smell the food he is cooking the moment I enter the kitchen. I stand by the door as I watch him cook. He looks so sexy as he cooks. "Like what you see little one?" He asks.
"Yes, I like It, you look so sexy," I say as I walk towards him. "What are you making?" I ask him.
"Pancakes and bacon, I am even done, you came right on time. You look gorgeous."
"Thank you, your shirt looks good on me."
"No, you always look gorgeous even with nothing."
"If you say so."
"I know so, you look good in anything." He says. "Come we eat," he says as he carries two plates into the dining room.
As I sit down at the table, he serves me a plate of soft pancakes with a side of crispy bacon and a steaming cup of coffee. The aroma of the food fills the room, making my stomach growl in anticipation.
I take a bite of the pancakes and they melt in my mouth, the perfect combination of sweet and savory. James watches me with a small smile on his face, clearly pleased with himself. I can't help but feel grateful for his thoughtfulness and care.
"The food tastes amazing James," I tell him.
"I am glad you like it." He responds with a smile.
"What time did you wake up?"
"I woke two hours ago to clean the playroom and sterilize the toys."
"Why didn't you wake me up? I would have helped clean the playroom the same way I helped you mess it up."
"You were sleeping so peacefully, I did not want to disturb you." He says.
As we eat breakfast together, I can't help but think about how much l like being around James.
After we finish eating, James and I clear the table but he stops me from washing the dishes and does it himself. I offer to help clean the surfaces, but he insists that I relax and enjoy my morning. I watch him move around the kitchen with ease, his movements graceful and confident.
I sit on the kitchen Island and watch him, after he is done he comes over and takes my hand in his. "I hope you enjoyed breakfast," he says softly.
I smile and squeeze his hand, feeling a warmth spread through my heart. "I did, thank you," I say sincerely. James smiles back, a genuine smile that lights up his face.