I’d started doing the first part as soon as she’d told me what to do, but the last part was going to be problematic. I’d seen Catalina and Mom do it with their hair and I didn’t have the first clue how to do it, but I was going to learn. “How do we do the turban?”

Not once did I expect her to do something that would have me groaning and thinking of tending to her in a whole different way, but she did it. Slowly, she bent over, the top of her head skimming over my crotch, and then stopped with her head resting right on my cock. “Lay the towel flat over my head and then reach under and twist my hair up with it.”

Instead, I just stood there, staring down at the wet spot forming on the front of my pants. Sure, most of it was from her hair, but I knew it was joined on the inside by the leaking coming from my cock. I wasn’t going to lie and say that her washing her hair hadn’t turned me on – of course it had, she was the most beautiful woman I’d ever seen in my life. But a majority of the current state of my dick was down to the fact that it was Rose, and everything about her made me hard as a rock. And her trusting me to look after her like this? That’s what I could thank for the fact I was leaking into my shorts. Plus, no man’s brain wouldn’t stray when the woman they’d been jonesing for was naked under a towel and bent over with their head on the dude’s crotch.

But it was Rose, so I wasn’t going to do anything that she wasn’t ready for, and I didn’t know where her mind was at with us. “I think I need to let you do it by yourself.”

“Why?” she asked, not moving an inch.

“Because,” I moved my crotch slightly so she could feel my problem, “if I do it, I might try to do something you’re not ready for, baby, and I don’t want to do that. Seeing you like this has several fantasies going through my head, and I’d give a front tooth to act out any one of them with you right now,” I admitted.

She was silent for a second and then rubbed her head gently across me again, almost making my eyes roll into the back of my head. “What kind of fantasies?”

How I managed to form words when she tilted her head back and ran her nose across my length I’ll never know, but I did. “Undoing your towel and bending you over in front of the sink,” I growled, licking my lips. “I’d squat down behind you, lick you until you screamed, and then I’d take you from behind and watch your face in the mirror as you came.”

This time when she spoke, her words were almost a gasp. “What else?”

“Using the towel to tie your hands behind your back and doing the same thing as I did in the other fantasy, except with you facing me. I’d get to see your tits as I moved inside you, see the little jewels between them – in fact, I want to lick them badly.” I could see it playing out clearly as I described it, but something occurred to me that I didn’t like about it. “No, I wouldn’t tie your hands behind you, I want to feel them in my back and wear your marks for days under my uniform.”

The feel of her nose skimming up and down my dick changed when she opened her mouth and breathed over the tip, her hot breath reaching it through the fabric. Now that had my eyes rolling into the back of my head, and a loud groan ripping out of me. I was doing everything I could to stop myself from spinning her around and dropping to my knees behind her. It was a struggle.

And then she said something that ended the war I had going on with myself. “You could always lie me down on the bed, hold my hands over my head, and let them go when you felt me coming around you so I can dig them into your back.”

“Fuck it,” I snapped, yanking the towels off her and quickly throwing her over my shoulder.

Her hands moved over my back and ass as I walked in the direction of her bed, yanking my shirt free from my pants and moving them under it. “I don’t want you to behave with me, Raoul. I want you inside me.”

Skimming my hand between her thighs, I went up until I hit her wet folds, her soaked folds. “I want that, too, sweetheart, but I also want to do this right,” I muttered, stroking my index tip through her wetness, groaning when I felt how ready she was for me already.

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