Every time he gets out of the shower, I look at every inch of him, from his arms, to his chest, to his groin. I look at every inch of him, although he's focused on preparing for work, I'm focused on the next time we will make love, the next time he will slide in from the side while holding one leg up nice and high as he strokes the inside of me all through the night. My moans are slow jams for his mind, that's why every time he gets out of the shower, I look at every inch of him, thinking about the next time we will make love again.