Fraya
I stood under the hot spray as Donahue took the soap and slowly started to wash me. There was nothing s****l in the way he was touching me, only care and love as he slowly cleaned me. I felt my body relax under his hands, felt my heart beat slow as I allowed myself to get lost in the feel of his hands. After he was done washing my body and then my hair, I stood under the spray and rinsed myself. I turned to Donahue and took the soap from his hands and for the next few minutes, I washed him, slowly running my hands over every inch of his body, trying to commit every part of him to memory. When we were both washed and rinsed, Donahue turned off the water and then stepped out of the shower. He took two towels off the hanger and then wrapped one around me before wrapping the other aroun
