Her cheeks flush deeper. ‘Raf... I...’
I stare down her front to the two exposed peaks that are pleading for attention. ‘Tell me, does this feel nice?’
I aim the jets at her breasts and watch her writhe beneath the pressure, her arm above her head trying to lower, the other to lift. Her whimper pushes me to go further and I raise my free hand to one breast and pinch it tight. She positively bucks, her head pressing back into the shower wall.
‘And this?’ I toy with the other one and watch her eyes close. Her cry is desperate and, cazzo, my cock swells against the zipper of my chinos, desperate for release, the fabric starting to cling as the trouser legs take a soaking. And I don’t care. I have others in the bedroom. Nothing will stop me from taking advantage of this gift.
‘I can do anything I want to you right now, Faye.’ Her eyes flare open but they are glazed, hooded. ‘Does that excite you?’
I know it does. I don’t need her answer but, as I trail the jets of water over her front, I wait for it anyway.
‘Yes, Rafael, Yes.’
‘Bene.’ I dip my mouth to hers and kiss her slowly but as she leans into me, looking for more, I break away. To control my own need as much as to tease her further.
‘Do you want to see how much it excites me too?’
She nods her head, her eyes lowering to the obvious bulge in my trousers. With my free hand, I unbutton them, lower the zipper and release my cock to her eager gaze.
‘Commando?’ she asks, gasping.
I fist my erection, give it one long stroke and watch her take in the move. ‘Now I want to feel how excited you are.’
I slip my hand beneath the arm that is still trapped across her front and feel her stomach suck in, her eyes intent on mine. There is no rejection, only desire. And, as I slip inside the tiny triangle that protects her modesty, she tilts into my touch, trying to take me deeper.
‘Yes, Raf, please.’
I skim over her seam, feel her curls slick with her need, and trail back up towards her breasts.
‘Raf.’ She writhes, her arms pulling against the tangled red binding, her eyes pleading for me to give her what she needs, what her body needs, but I’m in no mood to hurry this.
‘Do you trust me, Faye?’
She frowns up at me, her breasts lifting with her breath, each rose-pink peak straining through the bands of red, desperate, needy.
‘Do you?’
Her lashes flicker and her eyes soften into mine. ‘Yes.’
It’s a breathy whisper, so honest and raw, and it cuts deep. Idiota. I wanted her to trust me. I wanted her consent to take this further. Instead, she has given me so much more. The depth of feeling that blazes in her eyes catches in her voice.
I shake off the sudden panic. I shake it off and focus on the heat, the need, the lust that I know I can provoke, the heights I know I’m capable of taking her to. This is just sex. Great sex. An opportunity I cannot waste. Nothing more.
I spin her away from me and place the shower head back in its holder. I trace the bands of red down her body, my fingers grazing over her skin. I fist my hand in the straps between her shoulder blades and yank her back towards me. Her head turns, her mouth seeking out the crushing pressure of mine, and I delve my tongue in deep, feasting on her heady whimpers, her taste, her heat.
‘I’m going to fuck you so hard, Faye. Is that what you want?’
Her nod is hurried, her eyes flaring wildly, her cheeks flushed with lust.
I slide my free hand down her front beneath the small red triangle and separate her seam to feel her wetness, to feel her clit all swollen for me. I let her roll into my touch, let her take some of what she needs, some of what I need too.
‘You’re so wet.’
Her hum of agreement is hitched.
I sink inside her, feeling her pulse around my fingers, and I know how desperate she is for this.
And what about how desperate you are? More desperate than you’ve ever been before...