He turned me to face him, rinsing us both before shutting off the water. Towels waited on the heated rack; he dried me slowly, patting my skin dry from head to toe, lingering on my inner thighs and the curve of my ass. I reached for him in return, but he caught my wrist, shaking his head with a smirk. 

'Not yet. You'll earn touches later.' 

The promise hung heavy as he led me back to the bedroom, the silk sheets still rumpled and damp from our frenzy.

Back in bed, the cool fabric whispered against my bare skin as he pulled me close. He cuffed one of my wrists...