I pull on his T-shirt, a faded grey one withProperty of Monarch Hockeyetched across the front.I follow him into the hallway, where he opens the door of a bathroom.It's surprisingly large with a pedestal sink and an extra-large white bathtub.Sunshine streams through a round, mullioned window.
Viktor closes the door and locks it.He pulls back the shower curtain and starts filling the tub.He reaches into the cabinet and pulls out some Epsom salts and adds them to the water.
Are we going to take a bath?I wonder.
You are.
Then he excuses himself, and turns to urinate in the toilet.Of everything that has happened today, this feels like the most intimate: we know each other well enough to share a bathroom.Instead of hazy romantic fantasies, we’re reduced to our basic needs.I ache inside but it’s proof of how much Viktor wanted me, and how much I wanted him too.
I submit to the moment, peel off the T-shirt, and wait beside the tub.Viktor eyes my body and stretches out a possessive arm to pull me closer.
I like how comfortable you are being naked with me,
I keep my tone casual.Why not?Given the way you were looking at me today, there’s not a centimetre that you haven’t seen.
He laughs that dirty chuckle again.Yet I feel like I can’t get enough of this.He runs his hand along the bare skin of my back and rests it on my ass.I want to lock you in my bedroom for a whole weekend.Keep you naked.Fuck you whenever I want.Would you like that too, Evie?
I swallow.This is just hyperbole, right?Because he has hockey games and assignments and roommates.And I have responsibilities too, just nothing that I can recall right now as I eye Viktor’s broad chest and flat stomach.I can’t get enough of him either.
Yes, I want that too.My voice is so hoarse that it sounds more like begging than agreement.
Viktor smiles, then turns off the tap.
Oh, do you want something for your hair?He opens the medicine cabinet and searches out a dish of hair accessories.Is it just for female visitors?
They’re Rosie’s,he explains.I feel like an idiot.Of course, there have been other women.It’s literally what brought me to this moment.I fasten my hair on top of head.Then Viktor takes my hand and helps me into the tub.
Ahhh.I sink into the hot water.The slope of the old tub is perfect for relaxing, and I close my eyes.There’s a slight breeze as I sense Viktor moving around the room.But I don’t open my eyes until I feel a hand on my shoulder.
He has a washcloth now and begins to scrub me.His strong hand massages my shoulders, soaping and rinsing them with the lightest touch.Then he starts on my chest, making soft soapy circles round and round my nipples.
You’re spending a lot of time there,I breathe.My nipples are hard nubs, and once again I’m shocked by the direct connection between my breasts and pussy, a jolt of heat that makes me needy.
Your tits are so amazing.As soon as I touch you, you react.He drops the cloth into the water, and pushes his palms against my nipples.When I groan, he leans over the edge of the tub and starts sucking one nipple, suctioning it in and out of his mouth.I grasp the edge of the tub so I can lift and give him more access.I watch greedily as Viktor, literally the man I dream about, fixes that stern mouth on my breast just to pleasure me.
Or maybe it’s for himself too.I can see the jut of his cock against his sweatpants.
Make me come again,I plead.I grab his wrist and try to move his hand between my legs.
Viktor raises his head and pulls his hand out of my grasp.
No, Evie.I’m not going to touch you there now.You need to recover.
Ugh.I’m fine.Yes, there’s a throbbing ache, but I want to feel all that pleasure again.
He shakes his head.You couldn’t even walk normally when we came in here.
Damn his observational skills.I stick out my lower lip.
Viktor only laughs.I’m sorry.It’s my fault for getting you all worked up.But you’re irresistible.He resumes his washcloth duties, rubbing up and down my arms.I giggle when he attempts to scrub my feet, but then let my knees fall open as he scrubs my calves.
What a naughty girl,he mocks.
But it’s only Viktor who makes me feel like this, like everything between us will never be enough.Or maybe it’s the knowledge that our relationship is finite that makes me want to try everything right away.
He stays resolute, washing along my thighs and ignoring the little moans of pleasure I make as he circles closer to my centre.And then he washes my pussy so gently that he’s hardly touching me and he definitely doesn’t stimulate my clit the way I’m craving.
But when I turn over so he can scrub the rest of me, it’s very clear that he’s not as immune as he pretends.His eyes are glued to my ass as he makes circular motions around each cheek.And that bulge in his sweatpants is even bigger.
