Once again he pulls back, gripping my thighs and unhooking my legs from around him, lowering my feet to the ground. I can still stand, but I can’t move away from the wall. I have to watch as he shrugs off his robe, throwing it over a chair. He turns back to me, letting me enjoy the view of him undoing his buttons. I buck my hips in desperation as I watch his tattooed skin becoming visible.