it got you? If you ever get to drive and get lost, don’t start doing the tough guy routine. Stop, and ask someone for directions. There is no shame in asking for help. It won’t emasculate you, I promise.”
I wondered what the fuck driving had to do with anything, and why human males would have an issue with asking for directions.
“This is obviously way too hot,” Naima explained. “Before you step under the water, always make sure you’ve tested the temperature by waving your hand under it. Then adjust the heat until it feels comfortable to the touch. There, this should be good,” she said after turning the knob and touching the water once it had stopped smoking.
“You’re going to shower?” I asked.
“Of course,” she said, matter-of-factly. “Like I said earlier, I like to shower before bed. I’ll do so as soon as I’m done here.”
“You should shower with me,” I said, my voice dipping lower. “You can make sure I do it properly. I mean, I could drown. We wouldn’t want that, right?”
Naima snorted and rolled her eyes.
“You can't drown in a shower, silly man,” she said crossing her arms over her chest while giving me the ‘nice try’ look.
Despite that, I didn't miss the subtle once over she gave me, admiring the view of my naked, slightly wet body.
“Oh, my love,” I said in a purring voice, taking a step closer to her, “you have no idea all the things I can achieve when I set my mind to it.”
She burst out laughing and pressed her palm to my chest to keep me from moving any closer.
“Nice try, pretty boy. But for now, the one thing I want you to set your mind to is getting cleaned up properly without turning yourself into a lobster. I have a few more things to do before I can go take care of my own stuff. So, get busy and get your tush to bed.”
I scrunched my face, pretending to be hurt, although I had expected that response from her.
“You could at least stay and direct me while I experiment with this torture device,” I said in a pouty tone. “As an added bonus, you get a free private show.”
“You're hopeless,” Naima said, throwing her hands up in despair. “Be swift,” she said in a commanding voice before walking out and closing the door behind her.
I grinned as I stepped under the water. I was enjoying this unexpected playfulness in myself and how my woman responded to it. Despite her annoyed display, my mate had also been entertained by our little banter. I was realizing that humor seemed to trigger positive responses from Naima. Even more so than fear—of the good kind. I would need to keep that in mind going forward in my efforts to seduce my woman.
To my surprise, the effect of the water raining on me at this slightly hotter than lukewarm heat turned out quite pleasant. The sensitivity of this body had its perks. In the Mist, all these nuances from taste, to smell, and sensations were significantly dulled in comparison. We didn't realize it because we didn't know otherwise. To us, what we felt in response to any type of interaction was based on what we imagined it to be. But the human body gave no wiggle room. It was very binary. Something was either nice or unpleasant, each on a varying scale from very mild too insanely extreme.
In this instance, the water pummeling my skin gave it a gentle massage on impact and a subtle caress as it trickled down my body. The comfortable heat soothed my muscles deep within and gave me an overall sense of well-being. This hygiene ritual wasn't so bad after all. I could see myself doing this frequently, not so much for maintenance of my vessel but purely out of enjoyment.
Washing my back and my face, however, reminded me that everything in this human world always had to throw you a curveball in one form or another. I nearly scratched my eyes out trying to rinse out the aggravating soap that just wouldn't stop stabbing at them. Next time, I’d remember to soap my face last. Furthermore, no matter how much I contorted myself, I could never quite reach a certain spot between my shoulder blades. I gave up in annoyance.
Tending to my cock certainly lasted far longer than it should have. But fuck me, its sensitivity was off the charts. And my soapy hand stroking it made the movement