The shadows of Amari’s profile filled my frameless mirror, causing me to stare at him through the glass instead of head-on.
“Hey, Ruby.” He drew the word hey out like a Barry White song as he stared back at me in a way that openly displayed his interest.
“Hi.” I blushed and pulled my robe tighter.
My body was hot like he’d given me my first orgasm.
When Amari moved to the end of the room, I crossed the threshold and closed the door. Since Amari was over six feet tall and muscular, he loomed over me in my small space. Any other day, I’d be claustrophobic, but our closeness made me anxious to be under him.
My eyes tracked Amari’s movements when he sat on the closed lid of my toilet. He lifted his leg and removed his thick socks before folding them slowly and placing them on the bathroom floor. When his feet were exposed, he wiggled his toes over the tiles. It wasn’t lost on me that his large feet were flawless and moisturized, as if pedicures were a recurring part of his self-care routine.
When he lifted his head and smiled at me, I smiled back. He rose from the seat and moved toward me like an animal sniffing its mate. I stood still as Amari peered down into my eyes.He removed his open shirt ever so slowly, giving me another enviable view of muscles and tattoos that made him a living work of art.
Although looking away as he undressed would have been the polite thing to do, I wanted to see as much as Amari wanted to show me. My hungry hands landed on his shoulders, then his pecs, gliding down his abs and onto his stomach. They rested there as I dared meet Amari’s eyes.
“You have a wonderful body.”
“Thank you.” Amari lifted my hands and kissed my fingers one by one.
When he was done, he placed my hands over his heart and held them there.
“Ready to see the rest of me?”
I sucked in a breath and nodded, removing my hands so Amari could take off his pants.
As if he could read my mind, Amari unbuckled his black leather belt and carefully removed it from the loops of his low rider jeans. The cold buckle of the belt tapped my hand before Amari dropped it on the floor. Within seconds, he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper, revealing gray boxer briefs. I held my breath.
Would he be thick and girthy, or would his penis tilt like the Eiffel Tower?
I shot a quick look down, then bit my lip.
Definitely thick with a lean that was absolute perfection.
“I’ll put your clothes in the bedroom.” I swallowed and held my hands out.
He stepped closer to me, gently pressing his firm body into mine. He squatted, never losing eye contact, and retrieved each item of clothing before raising himself to his full height again. One item at a time, he placed his clothes in my open hands.
“Thank you, Ruby. Don’t take too long.”
I pulled his clothes to me and departed. When I returned to the bathroom, Amari stood over the toilet with his eyes lifted and legs wide. I took in his beautiful, firm butt. I stood at the door, trying to sneak another peek at his size but couldn’t see clearly from where I stood. When his eyes met mine in the mirror, Amari smiled.
“How’d you like to shake it for me?”
I blushed and looked down.
“Sorry. Not this time.”
Amari finished, flushed, and washed and dried his hands.
“Here’s a washcloth. Body wash, shampoo, and conditioner are in there too.” I handed him the navy towel set.
Amari held my wrist with one hand and received it with the other.
“Are you going to get naked with me?”
I shook my head.
“That’s too much temptation. I don’t want to be ripped apart in a shower.”
