“Oh.”Ohhhhh.
I shake my head. “He’s in the shower.” Naked.
A silent squeal bubbles up my chest when she places her hands on the middle of my back and shoves me towards the door. Just like Maya, she has a lot of gusto hidden in her small frame. Her push is so strong, I cross the expansive bedroom in three heart-pounding seconds.
“You. Take. Rico.” She shoves me to the door.
“I can’t go in there. He’s naked. You. Take. Rico.”
My heart stops beating when I impersonate her accent to perfection—throaty gargle and all. My mouth gapes, shell-shocked by my rudeness. Even not being able to see her, I can feel her anger growing from the pit of her stomach to her face. She's so mad, the fiery heat of her hands scorches my back. After rolling my shoulders and wiping the fear from my face, I spin around to face her. My pretending I’m not intimidated by her furious composure is left for dust when her livid gaze spears me in place.
“Sorry.” My tone is as weak as my pathetic apology.
The hair on her chin wobbles when she sneers, “You. Take. Rico. You. Wife!”
With my heart clutched with fear, I nod. “Okay. I’ll take these to Rico.”
I spin on my heels and pace two steps towards the bathroom before turning back around to face her.
"I don't have to hand them to him? Right?" I query, my voice quivering. “I can just leave them on the vanity?”
She looks at me like I'm an imbecile. “You. Take. Rico.”
“Okay,” I breathe out slowly. “I can do this.”I hope.
I swear I’m on the verge of hyperventilating when I place my hand onto the door handle and push it down. A waft of steam seeps through the gap of the door when I swing it open. My breathing pattern returns to a safe level when I remember how badly fogged the mirrored wall was when I showered last night. Add that to the configuration of the bathroom, and I should be able to place the towels onto the vanity without incident.
Keeping my gaze lowered on the floor, I pace deeper into the bathroom. My heart leaps out of my chest when the bathroom door shuts loudly, announcing my arrival.
It jumps for the second time when Rico instructs sternly, "Anna, leave the towels on the vanity."
Grimacing, I squeak out, “Okay.”
I stomp my feet like a five-year-old when my attempt to impersonate Anna's accent this time around comes out sounding like I'm a twelve-year-old boy in the midst of puberty.
Releasing a deep breath, I scuffle across the tiled floor as quickly as my quaking legs will carry me. I only lift my eyes when the empty wastebasket enters my peripheral vision. Holding my hands out in front of me, I place the towels on the edge of the vanity without taking the slightest peek at the mirrored wall. I’m not going to lie; it's a tortuous feat.
A silent squeal bubbles up my chest when the towels slip off the vanity and flop to my feet. Grumbling, I bend down to gather them back up. The veins in my neck thrum when my new crouched position awards me with a mind-hazing visual. Although the top half of the mirror is covered with a dense layer of steam, the second half is void of any vision-impeding fog, meaning I'm graced with the reverent view of a completely naked Rico.
Oh, for the love of God, the man is a masterpiece.
My eyes gobbled up every inch of his torso last night, but they run over it again like I'm assessing the authenticity of a priceless painting. With water sloshing down the side of his face, flattening his dark hair around his temples; and his body carved with rock-hard muscles, hidden under creamy smooth skin; he's dark and dangerous rolled into an undoubtedly beautiful package.
My lips part to draw in ragged breaths when the scene switches from awe-inspiring to scandalous. After adjusting his position so the heavy flow of water can remove a thick coating of suds from his back, Rico beginscleaninganother region of his perfect physique.
Planting his feet to the width of his shoulders, he wraps his manly hand around his thick cock and pumps it in long, controlled strokes. My ethically-motivated brain screams at me to respect his privacy and leave the bathroom, but my lust-driven heart keeps my feet firmly planted on the ground.
When the tempo of his thrusts increase, any possibility of me leaving becomes a lost cause. I'm too busy scrutinizing how every muscle in his body constricts with each pump he does to consider leaving the bathroom. I'm riveted and insanely turned on watching such a beautiful man in a raw and carnal position. It's a sight I'd line up to witness time and time again.
When he closes his eyes and his lips separate, a pleasurable jolt rockets through my body. My nipples are budded and aching, my pussy is slicked with dampness, and my morals are wavering so considerably, it's taking all my strength to remain in my hidden location and not enter the shower like he did in my flashback last night.
A familiar tingle runs the length of my spine when my eyes lock in on the wide head of Rico’s cock sliding in and out of his hand. I know you shouldn’t call a penis beautiful, but his is. It's beautiful, manly, and large. I squeeze my thighs together when a hot trickle of desire puddles between them.
I never thought I could climax just from watching a man please himself, but Rico is unearthing many sides I didn’t know existed. The moral, upstanding kindergarten teacher I was yesterday would have never entered the bathroom, where my Vegas morally-lost self can’t tear my eyes away from the womb-clenching visual playing out in front of me.
As the minutes tick by on the clock, his race to climax speeds up. I've never seen anything so captivatingly raw as a man bringing himself to ecstasy. This man is a machine, his body built solely to give pleasure. He's so wondrous, he doesn't even need to touch me, and my orgasm is begging to be released.
His thrusts into his suds-covered fist quicken, forcing the muscles in his stomach to flex with every grind. A soft groan whizzes through my gaped mouth when his teeth drag over his bottom lip. His face shows his race to release is intensifying just as much as mine. The glistening bead on the end of his knob increases along with his pants of breath. I pant right alongside him, unable to hold in my excitement. My body is coated with a dense layer of sweat, my eyes are wide and heavily dilated, and an orgasm is lingering deep in my womb, dying to break free.
