I turned and switched on the shower. The water cascaded down, and I stripped off my clothes, stepping under the warm stream. The sensation only heightened my sensitivity, making my skin tingle.
I closed my eyes, and my hand wandered instinctively, sliding from my shoulders down to my sides, my breathing growing quicker.
The hot water poured over me, but it did nothing to quench the fire igniting within. My skin prickled under the spray, each droplet amplifying the throbbing ache between my thighs. I leaned back against the cool tile wall, the steam thickening around me, my breath echoing softly in the enclosed space. My mind drifted inexorably to Alexander—his bare chest gleaming with sweat, those powerful muscles rippling with every movement, the intoxicating scent that had overwhelmed me earlier.
God, I needed this release. The tension had been building all night, coiling tighter and tighter, demanding an outlet.
My fingers trailed downward, brushing over my mound, and I gasped as they reached my clit. It was already swollen and hypersensitive from the pent-up longing. I pressed my thumb against it gently at first, circling slowly, feeling sparks of pleasure ignite and shoot through my core. "Oh..." I whispered, biting my lip to stifle the sound. My hips bucked involuntarily against my hand, the pressure mounting rapidly as I imagined it was his strong fingers there instead—teasing me with the same assured touch he'd used while fixing the pipe, confident and unyielding.
But it wasn't enough. My fantasy deepened: Alexander in the shower with me, pinning me roughly against this very wall, his hard body pressing into mine, those intense brown eyes darkened with raw lust. I slid my middle finger lower, parting my slick, aching folds, and pushed it deep inside. "Alexander..." I moaned, the name reverberating off the tiles. In my mind, it was his thick cock—hot, insistent—thrusting into me, filling me utterly. I matched the rhythm with my finger, slow and deliberate at first, in and out, imitating how he'd claim me: deep, possessive strokes that left no doubt of his intent.
My other hand rose to my breast, fingers clamping down on my nipple, pinching hard. I tugged at it sharply, the sting of pain blending seamlessly with the swelling pleasure, drawing a louder gasp from my lips. It felt incredible—that sharp edge heightening everything, making my inner walls clench greedily around my invadingfinger. The mix of pain and ecstasy fueled my arousal, spurring me to press my thumb harder against my clit, rubbing in faster, more urgent circles as the heat spread like wildfire through my body.
I added my index finger alongside the middle one, curling them both upward to stroke that sensitive spot on my inner wall. "Fuck," I whimpered, my legs trembling as I found it, grazing it with insistent, bending motions that sent jolts of bliss radiating outward. In my vivid imagination, Alexander gripped my hips bruisingly, slamming into me with greater force, his ragged breaths hot against my neck. "Yes, Alexander... harder..." I cried out, my voice breaking with need, the fantasy so real I could almost feel his weight crushing me against the wall, his massive cock pounding deep, stretching and filling me completely, hitting every nerve with brutal precision.
My fingers pumped faster now, mimicking his escalating thrusts—each plunge building the ecstasy to dizzying heights. The pain from twisting my nipple intensified, morphing into pure, intoxicating bliss that made my clit pulse wildly under my thumb's frantic rubbing. I was drenched, my arousal slicking my thighs, mingling with the shower water in hot rivulets. "Alexander!" I shouted, lost in the vision of him driving into me relentlessly, his sweat-slicked muscles flexing against my skin, hips grinding with feral intensity. I felt every imagined impact—the way his body would slam into mine, the delicious friction of his cock dragging against my walls, the pressure coiling tighter and tighter, pushing me toward the edge with unyielding force.
My body tensed, toes curling against the slippery floor as the orgasm crashed over me like a tidal wave. "Oh God, Alexander... yes!" I screamed, pleasure exploding from my core in powerful waves, my pussy clenching like a vise around my fingers. My knees buckled, legs turning to jelly; I slid down the wall slightly, barely managing to stay upright as violent tremors wracked my body. A gush of wetness coated my hand, hot and sticky, blending with the cascading water down my inner thighs. I panted heavily, chest heaving, the aftershocks making my walls flutter and twitch uncontrollably.
The steam had thickened even more, my labored breaths echoing louder in the humid air. The cold tile against my back contrasted sharply with the burning heat inside me, grounding the sensations as my trembling fingers continued their slow, teasing exploration—nails lightly grazing my oversensitive skin to draw out the lingering pleasure. In my mind, his gravelly voice growled my name, his rough hands spreading my thighs wider, exposing me completely. I twisted my nipple harder, pulling a sharper cry from my throat, the direct line of pain shooting straight to my throbbing clit, urging me to rub it with renewed frenzy. My curled fingers delved deeper, pressing firmly against that G-spot with rhythmic strokes, each one eliciting desperate moans that grew louder, more unrestrained. "Alexander, fuck me... please..." I begged silently, envisioning his thrusts accelerating—harder, faster, his body colliding with mine in bruising impacts that made my walls quiver in anticipation, every nerve alight with electric fire.
The climax built like an unstoppable storm, my free hand abandoning my breast to brace against the wall for support as I finger-fucked myself with abandon, my thumb mashing relentlessly against my clit until stars exploded behind my closed eyelids. When I came, it was explosive—my body arching off the wall, another flood of slickness drenching my hand, my legs quivering so violently I had to grab the shower bar to keep from collapsing entirely. The spasms dragged on, milking every last drop of ecstasy from me, leaving me utterly drained yet buzzing with residual heat.
For a moment, I just stayed there under the spray, letting the water rinse away the evidence, though the deep satisfaction lingered, warming me from within.
But as the high ebbed, reality seeped back in. What the hell was I doing? Fantasizing about him like this... it was risky. Yet I couldn't deny how alive it made me feel, how desperately I'd craved that release.
Water still rushed over me, and I stood there, chest heaving, trying to catch my breath. Shame and satisfaction twisted together, leaving me weak yet oddly calm. The afterglow hummedin my body, my pussy still twitching faintly, slickness blending with the flow down my inner thighs.
I shut off the shower, grabbed a towel, and wrapped up. My reflection in the mirror stayed foggy, but I knew—that moment of indulgence had shifted something.
I sighed, headed to the bedroom, and crawled into bed.
Eyes closed, I drifted into sleep amid unease and confusion.
Chapter Eleven
Anna
Saturday morning's phone ring jolted me awake. I fumbled for my phone, squinting at Yekaterina's number.
"Anna, you up?" Her voice bubbled with excitement. "I just got back from Paris last night!"
I sat up, rubbing my eyes. "Paris? Right, the fashion week. How was it?"
"Incredible!" she gushed. "I met so many designers, took tons of photos. Oh, and I got Sofia a present! From this adorable toy shop on the Champs-Élysées. She's going to love it."
I smiled, listening to her share her Parisian adventures. Yekaterina's joy was always infectious.
"But never mind that for now," she continued. "I've got something more important to tell you. There's a swimming event at the community center this afternoon! Indoor pool, organized specifically for families with kids. You absolutely have to bring Sofia!"
Swimming event? My first instinct was to refuse.
"Katya, I'm not sure—"
"No way, you can't say no," she cut me off, her tone turning serious. "Anna, I've been thinking about you two all week in Paris. Sofia needsto socialize with other children. She can't just stay cooped up with you all the time—it's not healthy for her development. And you need to meet some neighbors, build a social circle. While I was gone, did you two just lock yourselves away at home again?"
I sighed. Yekaterina was right, but the last thing I wanted right now was a social event. Especially in this community. Especially with Alexander living here too.
