He released her, stripping the last of his clothes aside. His cock, already half-hard and slick with her arousal, sprang free.
Martha's eyes dropped, focused on the thick length of him, and a ragged gasp tore from her throat. Her knees buckled, and if he hadn't moved to catch her, she would have collapsed.
"Look at me," he commanded, his tone absolute.
She looked up, her eyes blurry with tears.
He stepped into the shower stall, gesturing for her to follow.
The glass door slid shut with a hiss, sealing them in. The space was cramped, the water spraying in every direction. She squeezed in, the water hot on her skin, stinging the scratches he'd left on her hips.
He grabbed the loofah and the soap from the holder.
"Turn around," he ordered.
She obeyed, her back to him.
