Page 33 of Savage Pakhan

The steam clouds around us, the humidity and lust causing me to sweat.

I bend down and whisper in her ear, “I’m sure.”

She gasps, goosebumps pebbling along her skin. There’s nothing more I want than to bend down, kiss the crook of her shoulder, and spread the goosebumps even more. I want her entire body to react to me.

“Okay. I’m going… I’m going to go change. I’ll be in kitchen. I’m starving.”

I smirk, knowing she’s running away from the desire she feels growing between us. She isn’t ready and I’m completely fine with that. I’m ready when she is. I’ll be here.

I’ll always be here.

She turns to shut the door, not thinking about how I’m still standing naked in the bathroom. Mia’s stills, her eyes becoming as round as the moon.

“Oh my god. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to—” She averts her gaze to the right, left, up, then back to me, covers her mouth, then slams the door. “I’m sorry!”

“It’s okay. I suppose we’re even now, right?” I do my best to ease the tension. Since I’ve seen her naked, she’s seen me naked. All is fair.

She doesn’t respond. She’s probably sitting on the bed screaming into a pillow if I know her like I think I do.

Giving the door one last longing look, wishing she’d walk back through, I step into the stall for my own shower, and do my best to put her beautiful body out of my head.

I inhale the steam, groaning when I release a breath. The water beats down on the back of my neck as I hang my head. I stand just like that for minutes. Unmoving. The water feels too good, the heat seeping into my aching muscles.

My cock stands straight, throbbing and pulsating with need for Mia. I peek through the shower stall door to double check I’m alone.

I wait for a few seconds to hear her reply, but it never comes. She makes me nervous, and men like me don’t get nervous. Sex is sex. Women throw themselves at me every day.

Most days I say no.

Other days, I’m wishing they were Mia.

I wrap a hand around my shaft and groan, already so close. I’m burning with fucking need. I’m so hard, it hurts. Only pleasure can take the throb away.

On a downward stroke, I moan, leaning my arm on the wall, then press my head against the top of my hand.

“Fuck. Fuck, Mia. Just like that.” I pump myself faster, a bead of precum dribbling out of my cock. I swipe it away with my thumb, wishing that Mia’s mouth was open and eager to taste it.

I don’t know if I’ll ever have the privilege of tasting her lips or caressing her body when I’m sliding in and out, but I can dream about it.

I can imagine all the different ways I wish I could show her how to feel good—how a man is supposed to treat a woman.

“Mia. Mia. Mia,” I chant her name under the water, watching the tip of my cock disappear in my fist as I stroke myself. “Da, like that, Mia. Just like that.” I squeeze my eyes shut, imagining her on her knees.

Her mouth parts while one hand is wrapped around the base. She experiments first, gripping the shaft, tightening her hold before giving me a test stroke.

I moan at the thought. I have to prolong this dream. I’m nearly there. I’m too close.

She peeks up at me with her big brown eyes, asking me silently if what she is doing right.

I brush my fingers into her hair, tilting my head back on a grunt when her lips wrap around the crown.

The gasp that leaves me has me stumbling backwards and hitting the wall. The breath is knocked out of me, the hard tiles digging into my back. I don’t stop the fast pace of my hand.

Opening my eyes, I know she isn’t there. She isn’t in front of me. Her mouth isn’t wrapped around me, and her throat isn’t taking my length.

My shoulders keep me balanced on the wall, my body angled and pointed outwards.

Her hand runs up my abs, then her nails dig into my skin, raking downward to leave her mark. Her palm cradles my heavy sack, full and ready to spill inside her and make her mine. I want to claim her all to myself.