I wanted her. I wanted to fuck her. Hard or slow. In the bed, on the floor or against the wall of the shower. I didn’t care. I could feel my hard-on pressing against my slacks.
Would she reject me if I’d woken her up? Or would she have been receptive to my advances? It was hard to tell.
The image of her smart mouth wrapped around my cock came to me unbidden and stole my breath away. I imagined putting my hands in her hair, holding her head as she sucked me off. I wanted to wake her up - I needed her.
Ahh. Fuck.
No. I couldn’t possibly. Not now. She needed to come to me. To be willing. I needed her to want me as much as I wanted her. If that meant I had to wait another six years to get my dick wet, then so be it - I would wait.
I turned on the shower and let the rapidly warming water run over my hand. I was conflicted. My aching muscles needed a nice hot shower but my dick clearly needed some fucking ice water. But even then, I doubted he’d be affected.
Shaking the water off, I unbuttoned my trousers and slid them off. My shirt followed, then boxers and socks. The water was sweet relief as it rained over me, the sting of the water on my skin painful but working wonders on the muscles underneath.
I braced a hand against the wall and wrapped the other around my cock. As I began to stroke up and down my length, the smooth skin was already sensitive and pulsing in my palm. I knew that I wouldn’t have to try hard to finish myself off. I wanted to draw it out a bit though. It would’ve been too easy, the pleasure over too quickly. Call me greedy, but I needed more.
As I reached for the shower gel, one of many bottles that sat on the tiled shelf, movement in my peripheral caught my eye. I whipped around to see Anastasia pulling off the oversized t-shirt she’d worn to bed. I recognized it as one of mine, one I’d been missing. She was naked beneath it.
As always the sight of her naked flesh blew me away. I gaped as she pulled open the door and stepped into the shower. Smoothly reaching behind me, she plucked up a bottle of shower gel. She looked me up and down, an assessing gaze that had a shiver running down my spine. When she finally met my gaze, her big blue eyes were wide and full of desire. She squeezed the gel into the palm of her hand and began rubbing it in circles on my chest.
When my senses finally returned to me, I wasn’t sure what to say. I was happy - beyond happy - that she was there, that she’d come to me but why had she come to me?
“Ana…”
She shushed me, massaging my shoulders, then snaking her hands down to my back. She rested her hands on my hips and gripped me tight as she knelt before me. Every muscle in my body went tight, throbbing with anticipation. The purpling head of my erection bobbed in front of her. She washed the soap suds off her hands and wrapped her fingers around my dick. I concentrated on her eyes, willing myself not to blow my load right away.
Her hot, wet mouth was cooler than the shower as she took me between her lips. A small gasp, that I hoped wasn’t audible escaped my mouth as the head of my cock nudged the back of her throat.
She swirled her tongue around the underside of my erection and I almost felt my eyes roll into the back of my head. God, what I wouldn’t give to rail her against the cold hard tiles right now. To pick her up, have her legs wrapped around me and my cock buried deep inside her sweet center.
I groaned, low and guttural, as I looked up to the ceiling. She was driving me mad. Her tongue’s slow circles, the gentle back and forth motion of her head, the way her hands pressed and kneaded my balls. Everything about this was sending me insane. I could feel myself tightening, ready to climax down the back of her throat.
“Anastasia...” I could barely speak to her. Her eyes flicked up to me. “I’m gonna...”
She continued, sucking me agonizingly slowly which made my cock spasm almost painfully in her mouth. She laid her hands flat against the base of my dick as she sucked harder and faster. My hands wound tightly in her hair, guiding her movements as much as she would let me. I tried to be gentle, I didn’t want to force her to take my cock any deeper than she could. A tiny gag caught in her throat, but she kept going. I felt my balls tightening, a lightning flash of release coursing through me as I let rip inside her, my hot load pooling in her mouth and slipping down her throat.
I felt her swallow once, twice, and watched as she looked up at me, lazy and lustful. She braced a hand on me as she pulled away, letting my still-hard cock fall from her lips, and stood. She licked her lips, stepped out of the shower, and sauntered out of the bathroom.
I stared after her wondering if I’d been dreaming. What just happened?
My breaths were still coming hard and fast and my cock and balls had a satisfying ache. It must have. I couldn’t have imagined that. I quickly finished washing and stopped the water. I roughly dried myself with a towel and went into the bedroom again. There she was, back in the bed, naked - glistening wet but, once again, drifting back to sleep.
I had been having a quiet morning. A lazy morning.
I woke up early to find that Nikolai had disappeared. With the bed cold, I didn’t know how long he’d been gone. I tried relentlessly to go back to sleep but no such luck. With no sign of Nikolai returning I gave up hope and snuck back to my room.
I’d had a nice relaxing bath before throwing on my sweats and making my way down to the kitchen for a late breakfast.
I had mixed feelings as I sat in the kitchen to eat my cereal. It didn’t feel right that Nikolai wasn’t here, I’d become accustomed to our breakfast routine. I supposed I missed him this morning with the lateness of my descent. At the same time, I was glad he wasn’t there. I didn’t know what I’d say to him if he were, or how I was supposed to act. Last night had really muddled things.
I sat in the library for an hour or two, sinking my teeth into a classic. The morning sun still shone overhead through the skylights when I closed my book. I could usually read for hours on end but my real-life ‘tall, dark and handsome’ was on my mind. I couldn’t stop wondering where he was.
It was only just after twelve. I figured the kitchen may be the best place to look. He had to eat, right?
Nibbling on some crackers I sat and waited for any sign of another living human. I would’ve even settled for Heather at that point. But no one showed.
After waiting for the better part of an hour, I decided that I’d had enough. I really didn’t want to see Nikolai anymore, I might’ve just tore his head off if I did. If he wanted to avoid me, then that was just fucking fine.
I decided it would be best to try and forget the matter. I moved through the house, my footsteps felt like they were echoing. There was no one in sight and no sounds to be heard. Was the house empty? I don’t think I’d ever been left alone in the house yet.
