More Than Perfect

Arya was ecstatic. Feeling the magical sensation of her first orgasm (one that didn't involve a device or her hand) was something magical and evolutionary. She wanted more, without a doubt. She wanted more of him at this moment and always.

Ayden stopped his movements as soon as he felt that she had finished. Arya was in limbo, unsure whether to continue down that path or stop altogether, just like him. Suddenly, everything became uncomfortable and tense.

"I think I still have soap on my body," the millionaire whispered, stepping back under the shower.

At this moment, it didn't matter that the water was running, although Ayden maintained a water recycling system, something Arya was unaware of.

She took the shampoo and applied some to her palm, starting to massage her scalp behind Ayden. Without saying a word, she studied the man who owned her passions. He was tall, muscular, strong, as hard as a rock, yet soft at the same time.

She couldn't help but wonder what it would feel like to be