As Paul carried you to the bathroom, secured between thumb and forefinger, you looked up at his face. You tried to read it but his expression was inscurtable. Before long he had reached the bathroom and very gently let you off on the shelf above the sink. You looked up at Paul, whose naked body still had quite a smattering of cum all over it. He stared down at you, a lustful look in his eye, and you smiled back at him. He was truly gorgeous.
He grabbed some tissue and cleaned himself off, then ran some water in the sink. The water roared as it escaped the confines of the tap, and Paul splashed some on himself a great deal of it splashing onto the floor, but he didn't care; he'd deal with it later. The important thing was his torso was clean. Next he gently picked you up again and, holding you in a cupped hand, let the water gently run from his other hand onto you. It was like a very gentle shower, but it was still enough to make you lose your balance; the force of the water, even with Paul's meaty hand as a buffer, was immense. You lay down and let the water wash over you, bathing in your husband's palm, and looking up at him you saw a lustful glint in his eye you'd rarely seen there before.
A few minutes later you returned to the bedroom, presumably to chat about how you'd return to normal. You were placed carefully on Paul's bedside table and then he spoke.
"Listen, mate. I know I said I'd help you get back to normal, but I've never came that hard in my life."
You blinked. Was he saying what you thought he was saying?
"Let's keep things as they are for a while, ey? I wanna explore this. You made me feel like a god."
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