The initial shock fades and is substituted by hunger. I yearn to touch his bulging muscles, the tattoo. I study his bulky pecs with the intensity I’d put into final exam week.
Holding me by my shoulders, he gently nudges me until I move under the streaming hot water.
He starts washing the soap off my entire body. With his hands. I’m pretty sure I’m blushing, but that’s the least of my worries now. My nipples harden. His hands slide slowly down the sides of my arms, my hips, and my stomach.
“Victor, what are you doing?” The words rush out of my dry mouth.
“Can’t you see? Washing you.”
“But I’m naked.” I almost giggle, but I’m too aware of our bodies in this small space.
“I’ve seen you naked before. Nothing to be ashamed of.”
The bathroom in his apartment, and the couch…
Victor’s hand circles the hollow of my neck then slides over my back. When his fingers run over the bumpy skin of my long scar, Victor moves behind me and kisses the scar. I gasp.
“Victor.” My voice cracks.
“I know your scar reminds you of bad things. But when I see it, you know what it reminds me of?”
His fingers trace the raised skin again and my body stills.
“It reminds me you have a story in your past, which brought you to me in the present.”
I melt, and it’s not because of the hot shower. “Maybe I can get a tattoo around it.”
“A tattoo with a story. I love it.”
Victor’s hands slide down my body to my waist. Lust and longing mingle in my chest, and my heart boils with desire, ready to burst. His eyes are on fire, but he doesn’t say anything.
“All done.”
Now I’m a mushy mess, my body quivering with hunger for him. I want Victor. But I’ve never asked a guy or anyone for anything, including an orgasm.
I place my hands around his shoulders and pull him closer.
“Tia, this doesn’t help with my self-restraint.”
Victor’s face becomes predatory, and his Adam’s apple bobs up and down.
“You don’t have to restrain yourself. I want you.”
He pulls his face away from mine just enough to study my face.
“Having sex with someone is all about trust. You need to be okay with being vulnerable with me. So I have a suggestion.”
I groan. “I don’t think I’ll like it.”
“You’ve given yourself an orgasm, right?”
I nod and hope he can’t see my red cheeks through the steamy water.
“So you can give yourself an orgasm while I do the same, watching each other.”
“What?” I’m mortified. “I don’t think I can let go that much, Victor.” I’m already self-conscious.
Before I can protest, Victor takes himself into his long fingers and strokes slowly. My eyes widen as I stare at his erection. It’s thick and bulging. It’s panty-scorching. Victor’s grip tightens around his throbbing penis. With rapid motions, his strong hand explores the entire length.
