Keepin My Eyelids Up

He was always watching and unlike other people you never found it odd or off putting, you knew he did it in a protective way but also an intrigued way. Eyes tracking up your legs as they switch back and forth while you walk at a decent pace on the treadmill. 

He's quick to move the object closer to his punching bag set up once you picked it up as a habit and we want to keep it near him. Even if he gets a bit distracted by you working out alongside him. Punching the heavy bag hard as his eyes are glued to the beads of sweat that slide down your forehead and land on your chest. You were wearing one of your favorite all black work out sets, Pope had picked out black basketball shorts to wear subconsciously to match you.

His favorite part of working out together however has to be getting to shower with you afterwards. 

The second you decide you are finished, hitting the off button on the machine until it slows down and you step off, he is also done. Ripping off his gloves and quickly unraveling the wraps around his knuckles, his eagerness makes you chuckle a bit. Working faster at rolling them back up when he watches you walk off into the house with a little taunting sway to your hips as you go. After tucking away everything he’s used back into its rightful spots he is quick on your heel following you. 

When he catches up to you in front of the bathroom door, he squeezes your hips softly while pulling you back against his chest. You let out a small giggly squeal at his action before his lips met your sweat coated neck. “Andyyy m’ all sweaty” you whine, trying to push his hands off you so you can head off to shower.

“Don’t care” he grumbles as he presses his hips forward against your back side. You moan out a gasp at the feeling of him lightly grinding his bulge on your ass. With his hold on your body he’s guiding the two of you into the bathroom finally and towards the shower. “We can wash off together sweet girl” he states before his lips leaving your neck and his hands start working at stripping you of each layer of clothing. Tugging your sweat soaked bra off, sliding your shorts down your legs along with your panties, throwing them off towards a laundry basket in the corner before he’d ridding himself of his own few layers. 

As he is doing that you are given a small reprieve of his hold on you and you use that small time to turn on the shower. Setting it to a decent temp that the both of you enjoy. Pope offers you his hand for stability as you get into the glass shower, letting the warmth of the water hit your back while he joins you. 

The bathroom is soon filled with your moans that bounced off the tiled walls of the shower you were pressed up against. Pope’s hips bouncing off your ass as he drilled into you from behind with a focused precision on your g-spot it was making your head spin. Little groans and strings of hushed curse words falling from his mouth the tighter your pussy clamped down on him.