I released my grip on the quartz countertop. Each breath felt heavy and labored in my chest. I needed to get some fucking control back. She was good. But she was still no match for me.
I stepped up to the shower. A small gasp left her lips as I reached up and rubbed my finger around the glass directly over her nipple. "That's a good question." My own voice sounded rough with need. I swallowed hard again, hoping it would help clear my throat and my head. But it was not an easy task with Shay standing wet and naked behind a clear piece of glass.
Water beaded on her creamy skin as she waited for my next move.
"If I was standing inside of that shower with you, my enticing ballerina, I'd start slow and easy with my mouth." I dropped my gaze to her lips, which parted as I stared hungrily at them. "I'd start with those lips, and I'd take the bottom one between my teeth, ever so lightly, before moving down your long white throat. My tongue would taste every inch of your neck, and I'd lick the water beading in the hollow of your throat."
Her nipples puckered tighter as I drop my gaze to her breasts. Steamy heat swirled around her naked curves, and it seemed her breathing had quickened. Focusing my attention on her physical reaction to my erotic to-do list helped me temporarily forget the throbbing need I was feeling through my entire body.
"I'd cover those tight nipples with my mouth and tease them into such an aching frenzy, you'd be crying out, begging me to fuck you. But your pleas would go unanswered." I lifted my eyes and stared at her through the foggy glass. Her eyes were wide with anticipation as she waited for me to continue. "I like to be begged, and I always like to be in control."
It was at least a hundred degrees in the steam filled shower stall but a visible shiver ran through her as I spoke. "Now turn around," I said in a stern tone. "Turn around and face that tile wall." She hesitated but my expression assured her I wasn't kidding around. She wanted to play with fire, to break me, but she was going to need a little breaking of her own.
Shay turned around. I took in every smooth curve and the perfect apple shape of her ass. I would have given anything right then to smother my face hard against that ass, all the while filling her pussy with my fingers. For the hundredth time, I questioned my own sanity for devising this torture plan.
"If there was no glass between us—" I couldn't control the low, hoarse pitch of my voice. "If I was standing inside that shower with nothing separating me from that luscious wet body of yours, I would press your hands against that tile wall." I waited, silently.
She followed my directions and lifted her hands, pressing them against the tile. "I would take hold of your hips and pull that unbelievable ass of yours out so far, your hands would slip farther down the tile."
Shay timidly pushed her bottom out.
"Not good enough. That half-hearted gesture would earn you a nice sharp spank on that ass of yours. Come on my supple, lithe shower beauty, I've seen you wrap yourself around a stripper's pole. Show me what you can do."
She met my taunt with her own. Her hands slid down the slick white tile, and as she dragged them down she moved her feet away from the wall. She spread her feet wide. Her lower back dropped and her ass pushed up, giving me full view of her exposed pussy. It was pink and wet from the steam in the shower. I badly wanted to make it wetter.
"Is this better?" she asked softly.
It took me a second to hear her over the pulse in my ears. I released the breath that had jammed in my lungs. "Yes." She had outmaneuvered me and I needed to get my king out of check. I had asked for this, and I needed to prove to myself that I still had the self-control of a fucking monk if I wanted it.
Her hands nearly slipped off the wall as I opened the shower door. Her face snapped up and she watched in shock as I stepped into the shower fully clothed. It seemed as badly as she wanted that million bucks, she was also a little worried about what might happen if she pushed me too far. But she hadn't . . . yet.
"Don't move," I commanded as I stood behind her, close enough to touch her, close enough to see even the palest freckle on the small of her back. "You don't want to move because we're just getting to the part where you beg me to fuck you. The moment in time when your body is writhing with need and your pussy is convulsing in a hot bath of moisture, just waiting for me to relieve it with my thick cock."
The smallest sound left her lips and carried up and through the swirls of steam. "With your pussy so vulnerable, I could take full advantage. I'd start with my tongue and push through the folds to your clit. Is it tight and hard, darlin'? Do you think your clit might like to be licked right now?"