To be fair, Zeth was exceedingly quiet.
If he wanted to, he could move in absolute silence. His muscular augmetics gave him precision control over every movement, and he had spent countless hours perfecting the toe-heel step required for stealth. Many a man had died by his blade without even knowing he was there.
Now, he was using about eighty percent of his sneaking skill. It was more than sufficient to mask his presence from a woman lost in the throes of sexual self-gratification.
Zeth shut the bathroom door behind him and prowled toward the tub, timing his steps to match the soft, rhythmic whimpers emanating from within the heaps and piles of suds. Oh yes, the woman was having a grand old time. Zeth was eager to watch.
And perhaps even join in.
As he reached the edge of the tub, the woman’s head came into view, first her close-cropped hair, then her sexy little face, both tough and delicate at the same time. Her eyes were closed, her brow knitted with concentration, and her full lips were parted ever so slightly, trembling as she gasped with pleasure and need.
The sight turned Zeth’s cock to steel inside his pants. A drop of precum leaked from his tip and slithered down his leg.
God, she was beautiful.
He couldn’t wait to feel her precious little cunt wrapped around his cock while he pumped her full of cum. He was going to makea baby inside this woman, and he was going to enjoy doing it. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been so excited about something that didn’t involve ending someone’s life.
Carefully, quietly, he sat down on the edge of the marble tub and watched the woman as she continued her self-care session. Her features contorted and relaxed, contorted and relaxed. She bit her lip and moaned softly, completely oblivious to Zeth’s presence.
He needed to see her.Allof her. He needed to see what she was doing beneath the surface.
With one hand, he gently swept aside the suds covering her body, taking care not to splash or otherwise disturb the water in the process.
Her breasts came into view, firm and round beneath the surface. Her nipples were pink and swollen with arousal. She was clutching one of her breasts in her hand, massaging it deeply.
Zeth pushed more bubbles aside.
He could see her belly now, soft and twitching with tiny spasms as she began to approach her climax. A bit more pushing, and he could see between her legs. The little nest of brown pubic hair where her fingers were playing, rubbing her clitoris in rough, frantic strokes. Her legs opened wider, and her hips started to buck, giving him a few glimpses of pink.
Zeth’s cock throbbed in his pants. Precum leaked out of him again, and this time it was more than just a drop. He growled with lust.
The woman’s eyelids fluttered open at the sound.
Her eyes locked with his. Her pupils widened.
Zeth smiled.
“Hi.”
The woman squeaked and tried to cover herself, but she only succeeded in slipping on the bottom of the tub, and her head went below the surface with a startled “glub!” Zeth chuckled and shook his head, then he reached into the water and pulled the woman back up into a seated position. She sputtered and tried to wipe the water from her eyes.
“Stop it,” Zeth said gently. “You’re going to get soap in your eyes. Here, let me help you…”
Zeth had left his tactical vest in the bedroom. He had taken off his boots and socks as well. The only items of clothing he had on now were a snug-fitting olive green T-shirt, a matching pair of canvas pants, and a belt. He took the T-shirt off over his head and used it to dab the water from the woman’s pretty face.
“You could have gotten a towel,” she said.
“I could have,” Zeth agreed, “but then I would’ve had to take my eyes off you.”
The woman tried to give him a look of annoyance, but her eyes got caught on his shirtless torso, and her annoyance gave way to admiration. It was an expression Zeth had seen many times before. He wasn’t a vain man, but he was fully aware of the effect his physique had on the opposite sex. The woman bit her lip as she let her gaze slide down his abdomen, then back up to his chest and shoulders. Then she realized what she was doing and quickly looked away.
“Why are you here?” she asked.
“I was watching you pleasure yourself,” Zeth said, enjoying the sudden rush of color that filled the woman’s cheeks. “But I don’t think you quite finished, did you? Maybe I can help with that.”
“I don’t need your help,” the woman said.
Zeth smirked. “We can all use a little help sometimes…”
