“Oh, yeah? Well, that makes two of us, Solana.”
“You should have stayed home, Shio.”
“Didn’t I tell you it’s not a home?”
“Well, casa. You should have stayed at your casa. Your house.”
His voice softened as he went to the last section. “I tried to, Solana. Last night and tonight.”
My eyes quickly closed as I tried to steady my breathing again. His hands exploring my scalp triggered a rush of emotion throughout my body. My body tingled with every physical contact through his fingers, and it was driving me insane. It was too much to bear.
“Besides… I’m where I want to be right now,” he said.
“Right now?”
He placed the brush down on the mattress and picked up the hair dryer again. “Yeah.”
He clicked on the dryer, and before he placed it in my hair, he sprayed my hair with the heat protectant. When he was satisfied with the amount, he began running the dryer comb through my sectioned hair. I’d never imagined that Shio would be here drying my hair. In this moment, it made sense that he was a girl dad. This was not the first time he’d had his hands in my head. He’d done the braid during our first workout, but at that time, I had not known how he could use his fingers. How he could use his hands. How he could use his mouth.
Jumping from the bed, I turned to face Shio, hands folded across my chest since I wasn’t wearing a bra. I couldn’t handle him touching me another second because I was indeed on the verge of coming. He shouldn’t hold that much power over me. He shouldn’t ooze that much sex. I could still feel myself wanting to come, so I began pacing to bring myself down from the high I felt.
“Shio, y-you shouldn’t be here.”
“Sit down, Solana. I’m almost finished with your hair.”
My semi-dry hair bounced as I paced, flowing down my back and past my shoulders, some strands falling to the sides of my face.
“I can’t sit, Shio.”
His tone was even, not realizing the area between my thighs was on fire. “You can, Solana.”
“I can’t! I can’t sit, and I can’t allow you to touch me. When you touch me… I just… I think you should leave.”
He began wrapping the cord around the hair dryer, pulling it from the socket hidden behind the nightstand. I continued to pace while shooting him glances. When he chuckled, I wanted to hit him.
“Solana, baby… You think I need to touch you in order to make you come?”
“Shio!Por favor(Please).” He knew what he was doing to me, and the fact that I was begging him to leave made me more upset.
He placed the dryer on the nightstand along with the products. My hair smelled of Argan oil due to the shampoo and conditioner, but I could also smell the fruitiness from the heat protectant. He reached and tugged at my gown, but I snatched away from him.
“Shiooo. Please.” I groaned.
He pulled at my dress again, and I snatched away again, but he was able to catch the other side and pull me into him. With my chest heaving, we were face to face, give or take, given the height difference.
“I don’t like the way you’re always pushing and pulling me. I’m not a broken toy.” My breathing was coming out ragged as if I was still pacing the floor.
He eyed my lips and I folded them into my mouth. He didn’t deserve to lust over me.
“You know I’ll never harm you, Solana. You may not like the way I go about doing this shit, but you love when I put my hands on you.”
“Shio. You are kind of?—”
“Kinda what?”
“I am trying to find the word in English.” I then tucked my lips back in before huffing. “It is like a chemical, but they use the word in a way to describe an unhealthy person. They say it in the movies.”
His brow lifted, and when realization set in, he tossed his head back in laughter. Since I was still pressed against his chest, his boisterous, deep chuckles went right to my vagina.
