Just yesterday, she was ready to kill me. I know she couldn’t kill—she can’t even kill an ant—but at least she wanted to. And how can I forget the way she reacted to any slight closeness from me? It has planted a fear in me, the fear of seeing hatred and disgust in her eyes.
I’m not the least bit afraid that she might one day kill me. But I’m so fucking afraid of seeing that hatred and disgust in her eyes.
The sound of running water comes from the kitchen. The house is small, with no doors, so I can hear almost everything she does in the room and bathroom. It puts me at ease, I would hear her if she tried anything to harm herself.
She usually bathes while I cook, and I don’t dare disturb her. Today, however, I have too many questions, and a very harddick, to stay here while she’s standing naked under the shower. So I leave the kitchen and walk into the bedroom.
I stop at the bathroom doorframe and lean against it. She’s washing the body wash from her small, round breasts and waist. I can’t see them with her back to me, but I can see her round ass. The feel of squeezing and spanking that soft flesh is etched into my palms.
She turns. A gasp leaves her lips, and they stay parted. My eyes slide down her long neck, over her collarbones, to her breasts. Her nipples are hard.
I know how every inch of this body feels.
I can never forget her, even if I forget myself.
She is my Elowen, the woman who can change my life with a snap of her fingers. If she wants, I’m a king who has everything; if she wants, I’m a beggar who has nothing. When I have her, I have the world. When I don’t have her, even if I had the whole world, it would be nothing.
I step inside, letting my gaze slide lower, to her clenched thighs. I strip in front of her. Through the glass separating us, her eyes follow every movement of my hands and the clothes falling to the floor. Once I take off my boxers, her gaze fixes on my cock, hard and already leaking for her.
I enter the shower cubicle. Her eyes move slowly up. I can’t wait for them to reach mine, I need to see what those big doe eyes have to tell me.
Do they want me to be a king or a beggar?
They tell me nothing. She’s hiding her emotions.
I move closer until I can feel the heat of the water on her skin seeping onto mine.
“I’m done. You can bathe,” she says, stepping back and leaving the shower to me.
I move under it. Hot water drenches me instantly. I don’t bathe with water this hot, but she only bathes in hot water.After fucking her countless times in shower, I’ve grown used to standing under it.
She doesn’t leave. She stays standing in front of me, watching me wash myself, making things difficult for my dick. I’m seconds away from bending her over and fucking her tight pussy or her sweet mouth. The only thing stopping me is her words from yesterday:“I’m disgusted by you and by every inch of my skin that you touched.”
The daggers she lodged in my chest twist again at the memory. I push the pain away, shut down my head, and grip my cock in a tight fist.
Her eyes instantly drop to my cock, which I’m jerking off with enough force and speed to bring tears to it. The pain in my dick is better than the suffocating pain in my heart, which only beats for her.
How utterly fucked am I? My dick only gets hard for her, my heart only beats for her, and my head only lets me stay at peace when she’s with me.
When did she consume me this much?
From what I remember, that night on her father’s balcony. And from what I don’t remember, maybe it happened years ago. Maybe I’d known her longer than that motherfucker. Who knows? No one.
“What are you doing?” she breathes, licking her lips, and a spike of pleasure travels through my dick. I beat it harder.
“I’m sure you know what I’m doing.”
She doesn’t say anything, keeping her focus on my hand and cock. Her nipples are so hard I could make her come just by flicking them with my tongue, I know because I’ve done it before. The harder they get, the more sensitive they become.
“It’s not—”
“I know it’s not what friends do. But I’m also your husband.” I lean closer. “I have every right to jerk off imagining my dick fucking your pussy.”
She takes one last look at my dick and walks past me out of the cubicle without another word.
Not a minute after she’s gone, my dick softens. I drop my hand and switch the water from hot to cold.
Elowen
