“Ungh.” As with any kind of pleasure, the first touch is sublime and melts through my body like sugar on the tongue.A sugar addiction isn’t a thing for no reason.I swipe my fist over my thick crown, one touch blending into another. The weight of my cock is a comfort, hard and slick against my palm, and the soapy upstroke a satisfying second best to her mouth.
I want to come. To come in her. Come on her. Have her on her knees in front of me. I find myself smiling at all the ways I’m going to have her as I indulge in this little prelude.
She’ll be so wet for me.
Fuck, I want it. I want to feel her on my tongue, feel her squirming to get away as I make her drip between her legs.
I swirl my palm over my glans as I let the water fall down my body in a teasing cascade. Another layer of sensation. Another flicker of memory as I tip my head back and groan her name. The rough sound echoes over the noise of the shower, but there follows a tiny gap—a divine interference or a tiny stutter in the flow, I’m not sure. What’s important is how I hear that feminine gasp. Fisting my cock, I turn my head and spot the object of my obsession on the other side of the bathroom. Her golden hair is piled on top of her head, her slim fingers clutching a downy towel at her chest.
“Have you come to join me?”
Her head moves from side to side. “My drawers were empty.”
“What was that? You’ll have to come closer,” I taunt. “I can’t hear you.”
“My pajamas have been dumped on your bed,” she says a little louder as though this is reason enough for her to be standing in here. Her eyes dart between my face and my hand as I give my cock another experimental tug.
She releases a physical, shivering breath, then ducks her head. “I was looking for my clothes.”
“In my bathroom?” I throw back my head as I force myself to keep my hand light. “Fuck, yes. This feels so much better now that you’re watching.”
“I—” She looks frantic for a moment as her fight-or-flight instinct kicks in, but when I groan her name again, she releases a stuttering breath.
“You’re thinking of me?”
“Like you’re on your knees in front of me.”
“You are so bad.” She shakes her head again as though denying my words.
“You say that like it doesn’t turn you on. Your clothes are on my bed, which is where you should be. Get in it or get in here,” I growl, still working my cock. My abs flex, my thigh muscles as hard as steel. “Then I won’t have to imagine.”
She hesitates but ultimately responds to my goading by dropping the towel where she stands. Her hand slowly rises to her hip, her expression suddenly full of incitement.
“Amelia.”
“What? I’m just giving you a little something to work with.”
“Get. The. Fuck. In here.”
Her smile rises slowly, then she turns on her heel as over her shoulder she mouths, “Make me.” And then she’s gone.
I flick off the water, grabbing my towel with a grumbled, “This is how accidents fucking happen,” as I hurriedly step onto it so as not to break my neck. “You’d better make good use of your head start,” I yell, whipping the cotton up to wrap around my waist. “Because I’m coming for you.” In response, there comes a peal of giggles and the patter of fast feet out of my bedroom. “And when I get you, there’s no mercy.”
The giggle turns to a shriek as I stalk out into the hallway, a blur of skin and blond disappearing around the corner.
Tension and exhilaration expand in my chest as I follow her, my tone veryfi-fi-fo-fumas I call after her. “Amelia…”
“Ha, that’s not gonna work today.” She laughs, her bare feet pattering against the wooden floor.
“What do you think you’re doing?” I can barely keep a straight face as I round the corner and spot her on the other side of the open-plan space. In the kitchen, her back is to me, the island blocking the rest of my view. As I get closer, the sight of her just takes my breath away. Long and lithe through the leg, her arse is shaped like a heart and her hips softly flared like an instrument begging to be played.
“Looking for protection.” Her head swings briefly over her shoulder, her eyes a bright flash before she returns to hurriedly opening and closing drawers.
“You’re out of luck if you’re looking for a shower cap.”
“I can totally see you wearing one.” She giggles her answer, letting out a small “Eep!” as she slides another look my way before returning to rummage again. As I reach the island, she pivots to face me, her hair coming loose in wispy blond waves. “Don’t come any closer,” she warns. She slides the hair out of her face with the back of her hand, and in the other, she brandishes a copper spatula.
“How can I not, Amelia? How can I resist so much temptation.” My gaze roams over her. She doesn’t miss my meaning.
