Julian's POV
I led Catherine into the bathroom. She was completely naked, I peeled my own clothes off too and joined her in the shower, standing at her back.
She was about to pick the soap when I placed my palm on the back of her hand, "let me wash you off," I whispered, my voice raspy.
"Don't worry, Julian. I can do it myself," she replied, my release still drying on her skin, she looked like a queen.
"No, I told you I'd take care of it," I murmured, stepping between her knees.
I was gentle as I wiped the traces of myself from her face and chest. I was "unhinged," losing my mind in her, and now I felt like a servant worshipping at an altar.
Her cheeks turned pink and she tried to hide the fact that she was blushing from me.
After I was done with her face, I gently turned her around. Her back was now faxed to me… her ass and all, she was making me hard again. I wanted to enter her right this second but I couldn't. I was supposed to wash her body first.
