She walked in, eyes on the floor, avoiding my naked chest.
“Sorry to disturb you. I’m sure seeing me here was the furthest thing from your mind.”
Oh, how wrong she was.If she only knew how I’d just been thinking about her, cock in hand, I doubt she would have come to my room.
“Not a problem. Where’s this bite you need help with?” I asked as she shielded her eyes with her hand. I laughed. “Do you want me to put a shirt on?”
“Please.”
“Hang on.” I walked over to my suitcase, pulled out the nearest shirt and slipped it over my still wet body. It clung to my chest, but at least, thankfully, my hard-on had ceased and desisted.
“Okay, where is it?” I asked again.
“Right in the middle of my back, between my shoulder blades.” She pursed her lips and then raised her brows awkwardly.
“Well, you’re going to have to turn round and take your shirt off if you want me to help you.”
She shook her head. “I can’t believe this,” she muttered almost to herself, and then turned round. She pulled the back of her shirt up, but didn’t pull it off.
“Jesus, your back is totally red. What have you done, Ash?”
“I may have tried to get at it with an umbrella, and then rubbed it against the tent pole.”
“God. It’s really bad. You’re going to need some cream on that—your skin is so sensitive.”
“You remember that too.”
“I remember having to empty bottles of after-sun on you every time you went into the sun—you would burn at the drop of a hat.”
“True.”
“I can’t see the bite, though,” I said after scanning her back.
She sighed. “It’s under my bra strap. Don’t ask me how it got there, but it did.”
I stepped closer to her naked back. Red, naked back, but still naked and still more of her than I’d seen in years.
“I’m going to have to undo it.” The words had gotten stuck in my dry mouth and stumbled out with a small stutter.
She nodded and gave me a nervous, “Mmmm.”
I reached for her bra strap and my cock immediately hardened again. Shit, this was so inconvenient. I took the clasp in one hand and unclipped it with total ease, the kind of ease that comes from unclipping many bra straps one-handed. But this wasn’t any bra strap—this was hers. It fell open and her back was completely naked now.
“Can you see it?” she asked.
“I can.” I reached for the bite, but not before taking a total liberty. I laid my fingertip on her back, just below the bite and trailed it up slowly. Her skin pebbled in response, and I saw her shoulders rise as she sucked in a quick breath. I pressed my nail into the bite slowly, running my eyes over her back as I did it. I didn’t want this moment to end, and when it was done, I took another total liberty and trailed my thumb slowly down her spine until it reached her lower back.
“I have some moisturizing cream,” I said, removing my hand from her back.
She remained quiet for the longest time, and then gave an almost imperceptible nod. But it was all I needed. Was I being a total asshole, taking advantage of this situation? Probably. But was it going to stop me? Probably not. I reached into my bag for the cream, but when I saw the label on it I froze. It was a luxury body cream that had been gifted to me by one of the last women I’d dated. She was a model for the brand and had bought me the men’s range. Her almost completely naked body, glistening from the moisturizing cream in that magazine, flashed through my head and there was no way I was going to put this cream onto Ash’s body now. It felt contaminated in some way by someone else.
“Sorry, I must have left it.” I walked back to her and was about to do up her bra strap when she stopped me.
“It’s still itchy. Can you do it one more time, harder and deeper this time?”
I tried to pretend that her saying “harder and deeper” to me had no effect, but my cock immediately disagreed.
“Sure.” I lowered my finger to the bite and put my nail into it, pressed down hard and held it there. “Better?”
