“You’ve used too much Dettol again.” Araba paused and stared at Eric suspiciously. He was sitting on the edge of the bed, his back to her, just as she had left him before she’d entered the shower. “Did you come into the bathroom and measure it while I wasn’t looking?” Eric softly laughed at the absurdity of her question. “No, my love. I can SMELL it. I’ve told you before you don’t need that much.” Araba ran a towel over the ends of her hair and grunted, retorting that she’d told him many times before that she didn’t trust the water in his area. She parted her legs and did a half-squat, preparing to dry her inner thighs off. Eric was by her side in one fluid move. “Please don’t. Allow me,” he murmured into her ear. “Eric…” He grunted impatiently, swatting her disyllabic protestation away with a short tirade of his own. “Yes, yes. I know. You have to go. Just not yet.” There were five steps between the bathroom door and Eric’s bed. Araba had counted it many times. No matter how often she tried to wash the aroma of their lovemaking from her body before her departure, Eric demanded a once more. “Demanded” was too strong of a word. He wanted her, and that heightened her desire for him all the more. Araba’s lithe body sank into the foam mattress covered in floral sheets. Its soft fibers contoured her body like a second skin. She exhaled her bliss as Eric set off on an odyssey, rediscovering her body with a torrent of ki**es, starting from her earlobes, to the nape of her neck, down to the stiff peaks of her firm ni**les. He grazed her thigh with the tip of his ample €r*ction. When he got to her belly button, the ki**es stopped – as if something had occurred to him. “Your complexion has improved,” he said matter-of-factly. “Your skin is much smoother.” “Yes…you noticed? Wow,” she stuttered. “I’ve started using a new soap.” “You seem surprised that I would pick up on that.” Araba didn’t answer immediately. She was still unsure about how to take Eric’s compliments about her physicality. If he saw what she saw when she looked in the mirror, perhaps he might be so liberal with his praise. There was a brief awkward silence between them. Eric filled it with the sudden plunging of his 8 inch €r(ction into her warm, dewy core.