Stunned, Blaze stared at the natural-sponge loofah in his hand. Hurt stabbed through him, a pain of loss so strong, he bit back a cry as it hit his center. He doubled over, his clean face touching the water again.
Always before, Logan had ended his bath by washing Blaze’s thighs, balls, and d**k in the stroking pleasure of foreplay. When they were both aroused, and out of the shower or tub and dry, kisses and caresses would slowly build to a wild, s****l frenzy of licking, sucking, tugging, squeezing, nipping, and pumping that exploded in satiating, exhausting eruptions of release. Then, with post-orgasmic sleep behind them, they’d clean up in the bath, then dress and eat in the kitchen as they talked and made plans about mundane, everyday things.
The silent handing-off of the loofah, ho
