Steam clung to their tangled limbs as he finally pulled out, guiding her shaking body under the spray. His wrinkled hands were shockingly tender as he washed her bruised skin, lingering on the bite marks dotting her shoulders. "Pretty thing," he murmured, squeezing lavender soap onto a loofah. The floral scent mingled with their musky sweat as he scrubbed between her thighs, making her giggle when bubbles clung to her pink folds.

"Stay still." He swatted her ass lightly before rinsing her off. Water droplets caught in her lashes as he toweled her dry with surprising care, his calloused thumbs brushing the tender spot where his cum had started leaking down her thigh. "Put this on." He tossed her the sheer black nightie she'd arrived in—the lace barely covering her still-throbbing nipples.