I don’t want Amira to hear what I’m doing if she decides to come looking for me, so I silence the moans of ecstasy that escape through my teeth and continue stroking my dick until I feel that smoldering tension at the root of my balls.
A slight tingle works its way up my shaft as my body prepares for the viciousness of my climax.
The dull throbbing that comes from within my cock increases, making it impossible for me to silence my groans of pleasure as I roll my thumb over my head, spreading my fluids around the hood until I’m slick.
Currents of electricity spread throughout my groin and up my spine as I wrench harder, losing myself as I remember the brief touch of her smooth nether lips against the tip of my finger.
I could still feel the heat wafting from her drenched pussy as I inhaled the scent of her smokey arousal.
The memory of our erotic moment sends bolts of lightning through my dick, almost knocking me on my ass when my violent burst of cum shoots out of me, marring the counter and cabinet in my juices as I attempt to keep myself upright
Using my left hand, I grip the marbled sink countertop and hold myself steady, ready to crumble from my sudden lack of energy.
“Shit,” I groan, dropping my head to watch the stream of my fluid taint the clean surface. Then, letting my hand fall from my now flaccid dick, I drop my head back and attempt to breathe through the tightening in my chest as the fan on the ceiling does a piss-poor job at cooling my feverish skin.
The sticky coating on the tip of my dick irritates me, so I kick off my jeans completely and reach behind me to tear my shirt off my back.
Do I want to burn or freeze?I ask myself as I hold the shower knob. The guilt from masturbating while Amira sits somewhere in suffering slivers around my heart, demanding penance with fire. So, turning the handle all the way to the right, I prepare my body for the blistering heat.
The first sting of scorching water is always the worst, but you’re made to adapt, and soon enough, that burning pain from before is no more, and all I feel is welcoming tranquility.
Now that the lust-filled fog has cleared from my mind, I allow myself to process what just happened between Amira and me.
Leaning my head against the slick shower wall, I let the pelting droplets shoot like bullets into my back as I go over every last detail in my mind.
One second, I’m coming out of the bathroom, ready to heat up my second cup of ramen, and the next, I’m in the bedroom, staring at the glistening juices of Amira’s pussy.
I can’t even fathom how that came to be since I can barely touch her without a panicked episode following.
I don’t understand what came over her at that moment, what made her attempt to move forward sexually with me, but whatever it was, it has hope swelling in my chest that maybe we can try again.
The only person I want, have ever wanted, to be with was Amira, and with the steps she has taken today, the everlasting longing inside me screams that this may just be the start of our new beginning.
I’ve been standing under this stream for who knows how long without doing shit—perks of not having a guard standing over my shoulder telling me to hurry the fuck up. But my skin is beginning to prune, so quickly, I grab the bottle of shampoo and squeeze a generous amount on my head, scrubbing my scalp until it’s throbbing under my fingers.
I do the same to my body, scouring my skin until it’s red and raw underneath the thick layer of soap.
If I can’t feel clean on the inside, then I might as well look clean on the outside.
Shutting off the blistering water, I step out from the shower, steam rising from the hair on my arm as I reach for the freshly washed towel on the rack.
I ran out of the bedroom so swiftly that I forgot to grab any clothes, and I don’t want to slip back into the outfit I’m standing on, which was quickly becoming drenched from my dripping body.
Wrapping the towel snuggly around my waist, I snag the garments off the floor and head back into the room.
The hushed whispers of Amira and Ash’s conversation float into my ear from the living room, piquing my curiosity about what they’re talking about so secretly.
There are moments when I hate how close they’ve become. Not because I’m insecure about their relationship, but because I’ve done so much to finally have her, and now, I don’t want to share.
I stand outside the bedroom doorframe, straining my hearing to listen to their conversation, but now that I’m out of the shower, their speaking has gone silent.
What the fuck?
Pushing into the room, I don’t bother to close the door as I drop the towel from my waist and stroll to the closet in the corner.
My eyes drift to Amira’s section of the space, a chuckle bubbling in my chest as I look at all the clothes that we bought that she still hasn’t worn.
“Your clothes are comfier.”
