My balls tightened, and I grunted, on the verge of coming alone in Eve’s shower.
“We need to talk.”
The shower curtain flung open, and Eve stared at me touching myself, taken aback at what she was witnessing. I’d been so wrapped up in memories of last night, I hadn’t even heard her open the bathroom door.
I was caught, dick in hand. There was no use in pretending I wasn’t doing exactly what it looked like I was doing, so I continued pumping myself with my hand, slowing my rhythm.
“Sure. Did you want to watch, princess? Or did you want to do the honors of finishing me off?” I flashed her a cocky grin.
Her eyes danced with humor. “I thought I’d worn you out after last night,” she said.
“Mm,” I moaned, gripping myself a little tighter, picking up my pace. She watched me intently, her nipples pebbling beneath her top. “I thought so too, but then I woke up to your breasts out and your round ass inches away. Turns out, my dick wasn’t as tired out as I thought it was. When it comes to you, he’s voracious.”
“I guess I should give him what he wants, then. I’m sure it’s not your hand he woke up to fuck this morning.” She looked up at me from under her lashes as she stripped off her clothes and climbed into the shower with me.
She left her hair in a knot on top of her head and adjusted the water temperature to scalding.
Was she trying to punish me for touching myself in her shower or did she really shower in water this hot?
I was about to ask when her fingers skimmed down my stomach, nails scraping lightly down to my thighs before darting between my legs and cupping my balls tightly.
Why did this woman always end up having me by the balls one way or another?
I swallowed down my protests and surrendered to her willingly. She could do whatever she wanted to me. I was hers to command. And I was learning that the more I let her do what she wanted, the better it was for me in the end.
Sure, I might have to be patient. There was no such thing as instant gratification with Eve. She made me work for it each and every time. But I couldn’t care less. The reward was well worth the price she made me pay.
Her hands left my skin, and I shivered at the loss of her touch, but soon they were back on me, lathering me with her sweet-smelling soap. I’d smell her on my skin all day. When she finished washing me off, she stepped out of the stream of water and pushed me under it to rinse off the suds.
“Bend over,” she demanded.
“I draw the line at pegging,” I joked.
“So I can wash your hair,” she said, rolling her eyes. “You’re too tall to reach.”
I obliged, chuckling as I leaned over so she could scrub shampoo into my hair. She moved forward, pressing her lips against mine. Her nipples brushed against my chest, causing my cock to twitch. She continued to work up a good lather, digging her nails gently into my scalp. I groaned in a mixture of satisfaction and impatience.
She pulled back, smirking. “You can rinse.”
I moved back under the pulse of the water from the showerhead and closed my eyes, tipping my head back to get the shampoo from my hair. When I was finished, I held my hand out for the washcloth.
She passed me the cloth, arching a brow in question.
“It’s your turn, princess,” I said as I added soap and looked down at her, the scent of her floral body wash flooding my nostrils.
Her lips twitched at the corner, and she nodded in acquiescence. I soaked up the sight of her body as I washed her. Her bronze skin, soft and supple, and slick from the soap.
I slid the washcloth down her shoulders and over the contour of her breasts, resting a hand on her hip to hold her in place while I took my time covering every inch of her in the scent of roses.
“Turn around,” I said, motioning in a circle with my finger.
She turned her back to me and I massaged the soap into her shoulders, easing the tension she was carrying there. She released a sigh of relief as I dug into the knotted muscles. When she finally relaxed, I skimmed the cloth down the arch of her spine, watching the line of bubbles slide over the curve of her ass, disappearing in the crease.
I was hard as stone, my balls tight and aching. The washcloth hit the floor of the shower with a splat, and I gripped Eve’s hips, pulling her into me and bending my knees so I could slide into the crease of her ass. Her breath hitched, and she tensed in surprise.
“Relax, princess. I won’t take you like this. Not right now, anyway.” She released a relieved breath, and I smiled against her neck, the spray from the shower pummeling my back. “I just wanted to feel you pressed against me like this. But I’ll take every inch of you that you’re willing to give me.”
She moaned and rubbed her ass down my length. I gripped her waist, letting her move against me, her hips rolling as she bent forward, palms braced on the shower tile.
