I make her wait. Just for the fun of it.

But also because I really want to shave. Razors were hard to come by in prison. Good ones at least. The ones they gave us always irritated my skin. Or maybe it was the cheap shaving cream. Either way, ever since I got out, having a nice clean shave always made me feel truly free.

I lather the cream on and take the first stroke with the fresh blade.

“You look really hot doing that,” she says, wrapping her arms around me. I feel her breasts press warm against my back through her thin t-shirt.

“You feel hot,” I say, trying not to move my jaw too much as I speak.

“I’ll look hot too, at least once I put on all the foundation and makeup and eyeliner…” she runs over and grabs one of the bags I brought in, then pulls something out. “And facial cleanser with oxidizing beads, and–”

“I get it,” I say. “It’s too much stuff. I just remember seeing in movies and stuff, women always have the whole damn sink covered in crap like this.”

“I’m low maintenance,” she says. “Count yourself lucky.”

I make another long, clean stroke, then dip the razor under the hot running water.

“You’re really planning on sticking with me after this is all over?” I ask.

‘You’re not?” she asks, looking up at me.

“I am,” I say. “I just...I didn’t want to assume anything. Like I said, it’s hard to make long-term plans when we’re on the run like this.”

“Yeah,” she says, “But we can at least give it a shot, huh?”

“I got something else,” I say. “Not just woman stuff. Still in the truck.”

“What is it?” she asks.

“I’ll show you later. Tomorrow. I just realized we need to learn more normal stuff about each other, you know? Do some normal stuff together...things people do. You know?”

“When you describe it that eloquently, Alex, how could I not know.”

I grasp for words. I want to explain it to her, but I don’t want to sound like an idiot. “I just mean we do stuff where we can talk about stuff.” Great start, I’m sounding as eloquent as a grunting caveman. “When you go on dates, you ask each other stuff. You ask about hobbies, music, stuff like that. You know?”

“Yeah,” she says. “So...you’re asking me on a date? Is that it?”

I put down the razor and look over at her. “Yeah. I am.”

“Then I say yes,” she says. “But we can still have shower sex, right?”

I raise an eyebrow at her and lick my lips, but I end up licking the damn shaving cream. She laughs at me, but I turn back and focus on shaving.

I get the last of the beard gone, then wash it all off with a hot cloth.

“Well?” I say, looking at her.

“Mmm,” she says, “I can’t wait to feel how smooth you are.”

“Nowhere near as smooth as you,” I say, grabbing her off the bed.

I reach down and start to work her shirt off her body. She giggles and helps me.

“We should start the water now,” she says. “It takes forever to heat up.”

I head toward the shower and turn it on.

“Which conditioner do you want to use?” she asks. “The backward one?”

“Funny,” I say. “Let’s try the frontwards one first. I’ve never used conditioner before.”

She takes the conditioner and a bottle of shampoo into the shower with her. Once she’s under the water, I just stand and gape at her.

“Aren’t you coming in?” She asks.

Her skin is perfect and glistening as the water runs across it. Her wet hair goes down halfway to her breasts, and when she reaches her hands up to throw it back over her shoulder, her ass juts out, exaggerating her curves.

“I could just watch you,” I say.

“You could,” she says. “But it would be more fun if you joined me.”

She reaches out and grabs my hand, and I step into the shower with her.

I pull her body against mine. Her thick ass presses into my thighs, and my cock goes hard as diamonds against the small of her back. Her skin is wet and slick–and hot. After being out in the cold, feeling her hot skin under the steaming water is almost too much.

Not being able to shave well in prison was a minor inconvenience compared to the quality of the showers. Showering in lukewarm water with other prisoners all around. Only three minutes to rush and clean yourself. Not that all the time in the world could really make me feel clean back in that cell.

Even this cheap hotel shower is the damn Ritz Carlton in comparison. Then again, any shower with Angel in it would be the best shower in the world.

I grip her by the waist, my fingers running across her jutting hip bones. I run my hands up along her soft stomach, and she arches her back and presses her ass into me as I explore her body with my hands. I cup her breasts, and she leans back into me. Her cheek presses against my chest, and I tilt my own cheek until it presses against her forehead. I caress her breasts and squeeze her nipples between my fingers.

She moans, but it’s muffled by the sound of the water. She grabs the bottle of body wash and squeezes a handful of it into her palm. She looks at me, then down at my stiff cock.

Then she grabs me, and she slides her hand up my cock, spreading the body wash all along my thick length.

I take a step back and lean against the wall. Her hand looks so small and delicate wrapped around my cock, and all I can do is look down and watch as her hand strokes gently up and down my shaft.

It used to be when a woman got me off, it was just her taking care of this physical urge that had built up inside me. Well, outside me too, in the form of a rock-hard cock. With Angel, that’s there too, but there’s something more as well. Each time I’ve felt her touch me like this, and each time I’ve been buried inside of her, I’ve felt this intense need to be close to her. And not just to be close to her body or her warmth. To be close to her.

Each time I cum inside of her and pull out, I want to hold onto her and keep her safe in my arms. That’s never happened before. Not ever. Usually after I’ve cum, I’m ready to bolt, to never see the woman again. Maybe it’s because she helped me in a way that no one else would. Maybe it’s because she believed I was innocent when she had no real reason to. Or maybe it’s just because she’s Angel.

I look at her eyes peering into me. Water from her wet hair is dripping down her face, and her eyelashes glisten in the light. Her lips are partially parted as she breathes heavy, stroking me. Her breasts are bouncing with each movement, and my eyes move across her body as if I were touching her with my hands.

She’s still leaning against my chest, but I grip the walls of the shower instead of touching her. The warm sensation of her hand on my thickness is all I want to feel right now. The way her skin slides along my length, barely able to clasp fully around my girth. Without missing a stroke, she turns the bottle of body wash upside down and squeezes more right onto my cock. Her hand spreads it around immediately, and she squeezes harder and strokes faster.

“Fuck,” I hiss.

It’s the first word I’ve said in some time. I realize I’ve been in a kind of trance as Angel works my cock. But now I realize that if I just sit back and let her keep going like this, I’ll cum alone. The need to connect with her in all ways grows to a feverish intensity, and if I’m going to cum, she damn well is too.

I shift my weight and press off the wall. In one smooth motion–aided by the slick wetness of the lathered body wash all over my cock–I slide around and behind her. Before she can even react, I thrust my hips. I know she’s wet and ready, and my cock sliding several inches into her tight hole on that first thrust confirms it.

She gasps and presses her hands against the wall. Her head hangs forward as I press into her. She trembles and shudders, and I see thick droplets of water fall off her hair as her whole body begins to sing for me.

I squeeze her hips with both hands, gripping her possessively. I thrust all the way into her, and I slide my hands back and press my thumbs into the thick flesh of her ass cheeks.

“How is it still so tight?” she whimpers. I can’t tell if she’s actually asking me, or if she’s just talking to herself.

To answer her, I simply flex my cock inside of her. It swells and pulls up against her inner walls, and she bucks her hips against me, pressing into me until the warm softness of her ass is pressed flush against my hips. Even though my full length is buried balls-deep inside her, and even though her ass is pressed against me, I’m suddenly aware that we aren’t touching enough. I want to feel closer to her, and then I want to cum deep inside her.

I press her forcefully against the wall, right under the shower head. Her body is pressed almost entirely flat against the tiled wall, save for the way her hips curve to keep my cock inside her. The shower head is right on my head now, and the water drips down between us as I press against her. I feel the warm flow of water sliding between us. My abs are pressed against her lower back, and my chest is pressing her shoulders flat against the wall. I reach a hand around and find her swollen clit. I begin to finger it as I thrust my hips.

Each thrust presses me as deep as I can go. Our wet bodies slide and glisten against each other with each thrust. I feel finally close enough to her. The connection is almost there. It’s missing only…

Then it comes. My eyes widen at the overwhelming sensation washing across me. It feels like I’m about to fall off a cliff, like I just looked down but haven’t yet lost my footing. I thrust my hips faster and faster. Angel starts to scream.

I hear her laughing, wailing, crying. I fuck her harder. I finger her clit with furious intensity. My balls clench and tighten.

My cock swells. My abs tighten, my biceps bulge. Every muscle tightens in a futile effort to hold back my orgasm–I want to slide in and out of her a few more times, before I cum.

But I can’t hold it back. Angel’s walls tighten against me, she slides and writhes under my body. Her hand bats mine away from her clit. “It’s too much!” I hear her say, before orgasmic wails drown out whatever else she had to say.

Every feeling of longing and desire for connection within me rushes to my head, and then to my balls. It releases through my cock, exploding out of me and inside of her.

Again and again. I slide in and out of her as my balls empty into her. The warmth between us grows, and my skin feels electrified where it touches hers.

I stop shortly after I finish cumming. I stay inside of her, not wanting to lose that closeness.

When I finally pull out, I realize that I still feel just as close to her. I turn her around, and when she looks up at me, I can see in her eyes she feels the same thing.