This is all a fantasy… A girl I can’t ever have…
Yet I couldn’t stop myself from closing my eyes and seeing how this would play out.
A sound of swishing fabric. Wet footsteps on stone.
The feel of her fingers on my bare skin burned like flames. She marked me in her own way. Claiming me as her own.
“I can see your reflection perfectly on the wall. Keep going, I want to watch.”
And there was something so heady and powerful about the fact I was standing there stroking myself, my calloused fingers tugging at my cock while she stood right behind me watching my distorted reflection in the moisture-streaked wall.
“Do you want to touch me? Do you want to run your hands all over my body and in between my legs?” she asked softly.
I couldn’t stop the helpless groan at the thought of being able to put my hands once more upon her body. Nelle kept her gaze level with mine while she slid one of her slender hands between her thighs, the saturated dress clinging to her curves. “Would want to kiss me right here and make me come?”
Yes, yes, yes…
“Would you kneel before me?” she asked, stepping forward to stand beside me. My gaze slid sideways as she angled her head, a challenge flashing across her delicate features.
I would, I would, I would…
I’d teach her a lesson.
If my little bird couldn’t fall to her knees, I would.
And I let myself fall into pure fantasy.
I’d lower myself slowly to the floor. First one knee and then the other. My hand would look large wrapped around the back of her thigh. Her skin would feel silken beneath my blade-roughened palm. I’d hear the catch in her breath and feel the quickened thud in my chest as my heart sped up to match her rhythm. Watch her eyelids grow heavier as anticipation thickened the surrounding air. I’d hitch her leg over my shoulder to get better access to her pretty pink pussy hidden behind plain white panties. And I’d hold her gaze, both of us unblinking, as I lowered my head.
I would mouth her through the wet fabric. Scrape my teeth against soft skin to bite along her curves. Tease her mercilesslywith my lips and tongue until her hips chased mine and her broken moans spiraled through the steam to strike upon marbled tile.
And still, I wouldn’t give it to her.
Not until she chanted my name.
Then, and only then, I would push her panties to the side to find her swollen and pink and dripping wet. My fingers would slide through her glistening folds, my lips would play in her velvet wet heat, and the taste of desire would be an exquisite liquid splashing across my tongue. I’d drink her down and greedily demand more, again and again.
Until she begged no more.
Nelle’s voice cut through my thoughts when she asked, “Who are you thinking about as you touch yourself?”
I shook my head as if to say—Don’t ask, you know who.
She rounded, ducking under my arm, to stand in front of me. The water raining down from the showerheads soaked her hair and darkened the white blond to ash. Water spilled over her forehead, tracing her nose and freckled cheeks before gathering at her lips. Her breath came quicker as she looked up, gaze glistening with heat and want.
My gaze skimmed down the column of her delicate throat to her dress. A hint of dusky pink peeked through the drenched fabric that clung to the swell of supple curves, those breasts of hers I wanted to suck and bite and kiss.
When my gaze snapped back to hers, I met such longing that I knew the same was reflected in mine when she softened and became conflicted.
She rose on her toes, one hand reaching out and splaying across my chest, fingers spread wide and nails digging into hard muscle. And I wondered if she knew her hand was pressed against my heart. If she placed it there on purpose?
But those thoughts were splintered apart when she said with fake surprise.“Me?” Her huff of laughter brushed over my mouth. “You’re thinking of me?”
“Always…”
“Yes,” she agreed, a small smile of victory curving her lips, a glint of triumph brightening her gaze. She stroked the backs of her fingers along my jawline, and my heart thundered in anticipation as she drew closer. Wet hair feathered through her parted fingers as she lifted her hand and pushed it around my head. One blink was the only warning I received. Long, thick lashes fluttered around a gaze that revealed a myriad of emotions, mischievous and spiteful, shot through with lust. She suddenly bunched a fistful of hair and yanked hard.
Sharp pain lacerated across my scalp, dragging a gasp from my throat.
