I like to knock on his door spontaneously. When he opens, I force my way in and head straight to the bathroom. His loft is one of the only apartments left with an old tub. I light the candles, put on my Nina Simone playlist, and make sure the suds are warm. He keeps my favorite wine for occasions like this.
I open the window and let the rain fall in. I undress and get into the bath; he follows. We are one of the tallest couples in New York. But, we don’t seem to mind our legs hanging off the side of the tub. I feel him getting hard behind me. I would never let his erection go to waste. I slide him into me backwards. Up and down I ride until we both climax. Relaxation and rainstorms, Manhattan specialties.