“Aria, you just go off on so many unnecessary tangents. I want you to stay, isn’t that kind of obvious? I decorated the damn balcony for you.”
The mention of the balcony made me feel giddy. I still couldn’t believe he had done all that. It was something that usually couples – actual, real couples, boyfriends and girlfriends, husbands and wives – did for each other, not people who were dating on a legally binding contract. The fact that he had taken the effort to do it made me appreciate him more than I ever had before.
“I’m staying because I want to stay, too.” I smiled at him. “But for now I just want to take a shower. I had a long and, as you know, stressful, day. I just want to relax for a little bit if that is okay with you.”
“Uh, of course,” he said looking slightly taken aback. “Go on ahead. First door to the right.”
I turned around, facing the bathroom with the biggest grin on my face. Then, I very slowly slid my dress off my shoulders, then down my legs through my stilettos, revealing the sultry red corset.
“Aria,” I heard him moan. “Aria, Aria, Aria. Turn around.”
I did for a very brief moment, just long enough to let him see the full effect. The knowledge that right that second, I was giving him the biggest erection of his life made me feel powerful and incredibly sexy. I continued to walk into the bathroom, but heard his footsteps behind me.
Innocently, I went into the bathroom, which was bigger than my own room, and closed the door behind me. Then, I let out a huge sigh. I couldn’t believe I had just pulled that off. As I took off the lingerie – but with my shoes still on - and turned the shower on, I heard Zayden open the door. I jumped into the shower quickly and let the water run down my naked, polished body.
The glass door of the shower opened and Zayden was standing there, completely naked, with his dick pointing straight at me, rock hard.
“You are showering with those shoes on,” he groaned, like speaking was taking up way too much of his energy.
“I do that all the time.” I shrugged, as I felt myself get wet upon the sight of his naked body. How I ached for his touch again.
“Oh, do you, now? So this isn’t some kind of a ploy to tease me?” His mouth was twitching into a half-smile, as though it wasn’t sure it was capable of joining in on the sass.
“Why would I do that?” I asked batting my eyelashes. “What are you doing here, anyway?”
“I,” he said, stepping into the shower with me, “am taking a shower with my girlfriend.”
Hearing him use that word broke all my restraints, so I threw myself on him, meeting his lips fiercely with my own. His enormous shower head poured pleasant, warm water over the both of us like summer rain, as I grabbed the back of his head as passionately as I could, and he opened my mouth with his tongue with brute force that made me ache for him. His mouth explored mine, as his hands were touching me all over my back. The kiss itself lasted forever, and when he pulled away, it felt like I had just ran a marathon.
“Soap?” Zayden asked, his eyes glistening with desire. “Can I wash you?”
“You can do anything to me.”
He poured some soap into the palms of his hands and rubbed them together. Then he slowly massaged my shoulders, going downwards from there. When he reached my breasts, I almost came from the impact alone. He rubbed them in circular motions, halting to pinch my nipples every few seconds, as I let out gasps of pleasure.
After massaging my breasts, his hands skipped straight onto my legs, to my utter disappointment. He must have sensed the change in my body’s response, because he pushed me against the shower wall, looked me straight in the eyes and said, “I won’t be needing soap to clean your pussy, Aria.”
Then he dived face-first into me, making me forget everything about the world. His tongue was moving across my clit, licking it in rhythmic motions, while the rest of his mouth was sucking on my pussy lips. When he halted the licking to slide his tongue inside me, I exploded into oblivion. With the warm water running over my body, and the mind-blowing, earth-shattering orgasm, I didn’t think I would be able to feel better than I did in that moment ever again.
It felt like it took forever to come back to my senses, and when I did, Zayden was glaring at me. It was my turn. I kneeled across from him and wasted no time taking all of him into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he exclaimed and closed his eyes, holding my head close.
He shoved himself deep down my throat, and even though the feeling wasn’t entirely pleasant, the look on his face as he thrust in and out was worth every moment.
He pulled away before coming, to my concern. “Is everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”
“No, no, Aria, you did everything right,” is all he said.
He pulled me up, spun me around, and bent me over. He pushed himself inside me, leaving me elated. I braced myself against the shower wall using my hands. I moaned loudly, and he took this as encouragement to move faster and deeper within me.
“Zayden,” I said his name, as with every thrust and motion, bursts of pleasure traveled through every vein in my body. All I managed was to say his name
over and over again as he thrust deeper and harder. His hands gripped my hips firmly, directing my body’s movement.
“Ah,” he grunted. After a few moments, we both erupted together like a volcano. The orgasm was so intense that I screamed. He slowed his pace and eventually completely stopped. I stood up and he wrapped his arms around me.
Ten minutes later—though it could have been hours, days, I would never know—we finally became coherent again and I said, “That was–”