Fuck, just the memory of it makes me hard, and I almost wish she had it with her now.
“Bring it next week,” I tell her as I follow her into the bathroom. She immediately turns on the shower and lowers her underwear to the ground before putting on a shower cap.She used to hate wearing them when she showered with me, deeming them very unsexy, but as she got older, she got over it, realizing that it didn’t matter what she was wearingor not wearing, she would always be the sexiest woman who ever walked the earth to me.
“You joining me?”
“Obviously.”
“Well, you’re thoroughly overdressed for this party.” She giggles as she steps behind the glass wall. It’s one of those open-concept showers with just a clear half wall and no door. She steps under the water, letting the drops slide over her body, making it glisten. “Go slow,” she murmurs while I pull my shirt out of my pants.
“You want a show?” She nods slowly. “Are you going to give me one in return?” I ask, and a grin stretches over her face before she slowly trails her fingers down her stomach to reach her pussy.
My abs clench in anticipation of dragging my dick down that same trail and swiping it through that wet, juicy slit. I slide my pants down, leaving me in nothing but my briefs that are straining against my cock while I watch her fingers glide between those shiny lips coated in water. She grabs her body wash sitting in the corner and squirts some into her hand before rubbing them together. Her hands are now lathered up, and I watch in fascination as she glides her hands over those perfect tits, covering them in soapy bubbles.
“Halle,” I croak, my voice hoarse and desperate. “Can I come in?”
She shakes her head. “Not yet.”
“Fuck.”
“Not that either,” she says, shaking her head with a mischievous glint in her eye. “Remember the first time we did this?” she asks, and I immediately yank my briefs off because ifwe are takingthatparticular trip down memory lane, I need my hand wrapped around my dick,now.
My hand finds it immediately, and I pull hard at the memory of watching Halle shower while I stood in the mirror and masturbated. At the time, her shower only had a curtain that she’d pushed back, allowing me to see all of her while she showered. It was one of the first erotic experiences of my life, and it was the inspiration for many of my solo sessions back then.
“I’ve… never seen one before.” She swallows. “In real life… or anywhere,” she says.
“You’ve never watched porn?” I ask, remembering how shocked I was to hear that she’d never watched pornography.
She shakes her head slowly. “Is that… weird?”
“No, baby. My sweet innocent girl.” I look down as I continue to rub myself while she massages the soap into her skin. She hasn’t touched her pussy again, and I’m somewhat grateful because I’ll probably blow the second I’m granted the gorgeous visual of those pretty fingers buried in her wet cunt covered in suds. “Do you… like the way it looks?” I ask her, before meeting her wide eyes.
She nods vigorously. “It’s beautiful,” she says, repeating those innocent words that fell from her lips the first time she saw me.
I pull harder. “It’s yours. If you want it.”
“I do.”
“God, Halle, let me in, baby.” I move my hand up and down faster on my dick.
Those dainty fingers finally make their way into her pussy, and I grab the ledge of the sink because my knees briefly buckle when the sexiest moan leaves her lips.
“Come first,” she begs. “I want to see what it looks like when you come.”
“I’m going to make a mess.”
“I’ll clean it up with my tongue,” she responds, and I realize we’re no longer referring to that night.
I spit in my hand so it glides easier over my cock, and I don’t miss the whimper that leaves her in response. I begin moving it faster, rubbing in the slickness over every inch to match the speed of her fingers rubbing her clit. I pull my eyes off her pussy to move up her body to her face, wanting to see her eyes, but they’re trained on my cock with her lip trapped between her teeth.
“Eyes on me, Halle.” I think this is the most I’ve probably ever used her name since I’ve known her, and a part of me wonders what that means. A floating thought moves through me that maybe we were preparing to be more than justSaint and Wild.
Maybe this step meant that we were ready to become Halle and Sebastian.
“Wild,” she moans.
“Sebastian,” I correct her, wanting maybe for the first time to hear my name leave her lips when she comes. I take a step closer to the shower and put my arm out against the glass. I use it to lean on while I move my hand faster. “You’re so perfect, baby. So fucking mine.”
“I need you,” she trembles, and I know her orgasm is looming. “Oh my God.”
