“Is that so? Because it looks to me like you wanna play,” he remarks, getting closer to the shower and leaning a shoulder against the wall. “How about we play Ian Says? Would you like that, baby?”
Feeling a flush of excitement course through my body, I drop the loofa and just nod my head yes, watching without hesitation as he keeps stroking himself.
“That’s my girl,” he says, running his eyes up and down my body. He’s not touching me, but his gaze is heated enough that I can almost feel his fingertips flutter down the sides of my body. “Sit on the bench, with both hands beside you,” he instructs in a breathy voice. “Spread your legs; let me see what’s mine.”
Unable to not do as I was asked, I feel myself flush even deeper as I spread my legs for him, feeling the wetness between my thighs. Who knew I’d enjoy being bossed around a little. I’ve never had issues touching myself, I’ve just always, always done it privately. Never with an audience.
The things this man can make me do.
“Are you wet?”
On a shaky breath, filled with anticipation as to what he’s going to make me do next, I let out a weak, “Yes.”
“And you don’t even have to check? How about you take that right hand of yours and lightly run it down your neck just how I know you like.”
Doing as instructed, my head falls to the side as goose bumps rise on my arms and thighs sending butterflies to erupt in my low stomach.
“Keep those pretty thighs and eyes open for me, I didn’t say you could close them.”
Whipping my eyes open, I look down to notice that I had started to close my thighs, seeking some kind of relief. Speeding them wider, I give him what I hope is a challenging look.
“That’s a good girl, now run that hand lower.” Slowly running my hand lower, I get interrupted by Ian. “No, no, no. I didn’t say you could touch your nipple. I said to run your fingers down your chest, not to play with your nipple.”
Squeezing my other hand against the ledge of the bench, I listen with a groan as I run my fingers down the valley of my breast, keeping eye contact with Ian as he licks his lower lips, eyes fixed where my fingers are leading. Not waiting for further instructions, I keep moving my fingers lower, widening my thighs. Keeping my eyes on him, I see him fisting his hand with white knuckles and his breath quicken. Smirking, I decide to turn the tables and run my fingers down my center, beforecircling back up to my clit making my head tilt back and a deep moan escape.
“I don’t remember saying you could do that, Hannah.”
Raising an eyebrow in challenge, I bring my other hand off the bench to caress down my neck, then chest, until I reach my nipple keeping my eyes trained on his.
“How about we change things up a bit?”
“What are you suggesting?” he bites out, pushing away from the wall.
“What I’m suggesting,” I start, still twirling a finger around my nipple, “is that you do asIsay.”
“And what do you want me to do?” he asks, stepping into the shower.
“Drop,” I say, pointing to the floor between my thighs. “I’ve had just about enough of your teasing.”
Without a word, he drops to his knees in front of me, landing both hands on the inside of my knees, as his gaze lasers in on my drenched center. Wordlessly, he gives me exactly what I want by bending his head and running his tongue along the inside of my right thigh. Stopping short of where I want his tongue the most, he looks up at me with heat mirroring mine in his eyes as he barely gets out, “Now what?”
“You know what I want,” I say, unable to get the actual words out.
“Use your words.”
Meeting his gaze, I feel my cheeks redden and my arousal stall. Here I am, spread out in front of this gorgeous man on his knees for me, after I told him to get on his knees for me; completely exposed. Yet, the thought of asking him exactly for what I want makes me feel more exposed than anything we’ve done so far.
Nudging the outside of my thigh with his fingers, Ian recaptures my attention, bringing my back to the moment. I have the most gorgeous man on his knees for me, waiting,almost uncontained lust in his eyes asking me what I want from him.
“Lick my pussy. Make me come,” I say barely above a whisper. Without missing a beat, Ian takes control of my thighs, and goes right to swirling his tongue around my clit just the way he knows makes me explode. Not one to waste effort, he has me seeing stars within seconds. I’ve barely come back down, thighs still shaking before he has me standing, turned with my hands against the wall and thrusts into me from behind, making me moan out his name.
“That’s it, Pretty Girl, give me another one,” he says in a breathy voice, sliding a hand back to my clit, playing my body as if he’s been doing it his entire adult life.
Increasing his tempo, he hits that spot just right and in time with his finger on my clit. He has my entire body shivering, making him fall off the edge right along with me, stiffening behind me.
He drops a soft kiss on the nape of my neck, giving me another full body shiver before slowly pulling out, making me feel empty, before pulling me into his chest and placing his chin on top of my head.
Basking in the afterglow, I feel his erratic heart beat matching mine. With one last squeeze he pulls away from me, turning me so I’m facing him with water cascading down my back. I had completely forgotten we were in the shower. Somehow he has me forgetting where I am, or what’s my name, even just with one touch. It was bad before we decided to give this a try. Just catching his gaze from across the room or the brush of his hand when passing me a plate or a drink would send my mind and heart in a tailspin, but now it’s like every time he touches me, or gives me any kind of attention he’s soothing me, grounding my soul, making me feel more alive and more confident then I have in years.
