“You’re a dream come to life.”
Victor grins.
Ohmigod. I said that out loud, didn’t I?
I can only describe his cock as the perfect image of masculinity.
I examine his face, but I only detect encouragement in his eyes.
“I know I told you not to let down your guard, to hold your fists up defending yourself at all times, but this is the one exception. Letting down your guard will help you.”
My breath gets caught in my throat.
“Do what you were doing under the shower when I walked in the bathroom.”
My heart does a flip in my chest, and I suck in a steamy breath.
My body wants this, and giving in to the demands of my body, I bring my hand between my legs. My eyes lock with his and his free hand brushes my cheek. I rub and massage my center unhurriedly. I close my eyes, giving in to the tingling sensations. My mind takes me to the memories of Victor’s lips burning mine and his tongue demanding entrance and tasting me for the first time. Victor’s mouth kissing my breasts and the valley between them. Victor’s fingers circling my core. My muscles flex under my hand and the tips of my breasts harden underneath the streaming hot water.
“Open your eyes, Tia.”
My breath catches and when I open my eyes, I’m met by green pools of hunger and desire and need. My memories fade away and instead, the desire to reach and touch Victor burns under my skin.
“I want you,” I admit.
“And you can’t imagine how much I want you.” Victor’s breathy voice sounds like a growl.
I rub faster. I use my other hand to touch my nipple, pinching it gently between my fingers. Although I’ve done this by myself, this moment with Victor here feels so much different, new to me. It’s as if Victor has found my dial and has cranked it up to the maximum, amplifying all sensations.
“That’s it.”
Victor’s strokes match my own and a moan escapes my mouth, just from watching him.
“I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” A throaty groan escapes his mouth.
I don’t even have to fantasize about Victor anymore. He is here in the flesh. I’m panting now and insert a second finger.
“Oh… God.”
The ache between my thighs increases, lighting every nerve ending in my entire body on fire. I bite down my bottom lip and the moan that was building in my throat breaks free.
“I love hearing you, Tia. I want to hear every sound you make.”
Encouraged even more, I slide my fingers through my wetness. Each stroke increases the ache in my bundle of nerves, and the sound that comes out my mouth is a half-moan, half-cry. I may have been embarrassed if it wasn’t for Victor. He makes me feel desired. He encourages me to be free to explore.
“You’re killing me, Tia. I’m barely holding on here.”
He squeezes tighter and pumps harder and faster. The sight of Victor is intoxicating. The rocking of his hips increases with the speed of his strokes. His taut forearm moves faster and faster, matching the speed of my hand between my thighs.
Victor’s dark eyes are on me, watching me, adoring me, worshiping me. He doesn’t have to be touching me to communicate all of that. His eyes speak volumes, and I hear what he doesn’t say.
My head falls back while the warm water streams down my chest. I move my fingers deeper, and now I’m panting. The ache for fulfillment between my thighs intensifies.
I can’t hold another second and climax hard, moaning his name. Victor’s body shudders almost at the same time, and he explodes, his breathing heavy.
“That was incredible.” My voice comes out throaty. “My legs are shaky.”
Victor gives me a smile and lowers his head on my shoulder.
