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However, he hadn’t ever felt the allure of a woman like he did with Alessandra. When she was being cold to him, his feelings were actually hurt. With other women, he would have just ignored it. With Alessandra, he would do whatever he needed to in order to fix it, to get back the connection the two of them shared. When she had agreed to come to his room again tonight, he was far more delighted than he would expect of himself.
But if he decided he wanted more than just a Vegas fling, would she ever consider it? Her friendly behavior seemed real, and her sexual pleasure clearly wasn’t faked. Otherwise, she wouldn’t be so bold in stating her desire for another encounter.
However, she seemed very like him in her avoidance of any longer-term commitments. And, as Sam had said, the so-called love of her life was her career. Beau knew it would be naïve to think that Alessandra’s attentiveness was solely because of the spark between them—one they’d had years ago. The cynical part of him suspected their sexual attraction was just the cherry on top of the fact he might make her casino money.
Guessing she would be arriving soon, Beau took off his clothes and got into the shower. It was the size of a small bedroom, with rain-type showerheads on the ceiling and benches across one wall. There were also steam misters so he could, if he wanted, absorb the warm mist.
At first sitting on the bench, Beau tried to focus on the feel of her beneath him, rather than questions about her motivation. Then he stood, and the hot water poured over him. He closed his eyes, imagining her hands gripping his shoulders while he pushed inside her.
At the thought, he felt himself harden and was tempted to touch himself. He did so, briefly, taking his fingers from underneath his balls up through the tip. He stopped there, though. He wanted it to be Alessandra’s hand grabbing him. Thinking of her was making him harder and harder, and he knew he had to get out of the shower. She would be there soon.
Alessandra had let herself into the room. Hearing the shower, she entered it quietly. She immediately saw Beau touching himself, his cock hard. Remembering earlier that night, her nerve endings came alive, expecting what would come next.
She stood at the bathroom door, watching him shower. “Ready for me to get in?”
“How long have you been here?”
“Enough to see you touching your hard cock. Thinking of me?”
“Fuck yes, I’m thinking of you.” His voice was low and gruff.
Alessandra stepped closer. “Go ahead and sit, I’ll be joining you.” She slowly began to take off her clothes, one by one, in a mini-striptease. He watched her from the shower bench.
She unbuttoned each silver nob, one by one, until her black lace bra was visible. Her pointed nipples nearly came out of the top. She helped them out by touching them herself. Beau watched her intently, his look increasing her desire. She liked being in control like this, when he couldn’t touch her.
She unzipped her jeans. In a move meant to tempt, Alessandra turned her back to him, then bent over to take her jeans off. Removing one jean leg at a time, she nearly touched the floor, giving him a full view of her ass and a partial glimpse of her folds. She knew Beau would think about taking her from behind, his cock going deep, just like he’d done over the couch.
Beau continued to watch. “Go faster. Get that shit off and get in here.”
“Be patient. Enjoy the show,” she replied, a Cheshire smile on her face.
She wouldn’t let him hurry her. Making him wait was half the fun. Her jeans off, she turned again to face him. She’d taken a few minutes before arriving to quickly change in her office. Now her thong panties matched the black of her bra.
With the steam all around, her pale skin showed small dots of water, making it glisten. She unhooked her bra, fully revealing her pert, round breasts. Her nipples were already hard, and the memory of him sucking on them last night sent electricity through her. Watching Beau’s stiff erection added to the feeling in her crotch. She pulled down her underwear and walked out of them, now stripped of all her clothes.
“Come here, Alessandra.”
“Not yet.” Instead of coming in, she sat on the floor. The round bearskin rug tickled her ass. Alessandra spread her legs toward him and leaned back on one hand. Holding her gaze steady with his, she licked her fingers, then started rubbing her clit. As the sensation overtook her, she tilted her head back.
“My God. You’re beautiful, Alessandra. And you’re driving me fucking wild.”
The need in his voice excited her even more. She knew she could make herself come like this. It would be easy to do, especially watching as Beau touched his cock. But after a few minutes, she stopped, standing up.
Beau welcomed her into the shower. As soon as she stepped in, he wrapped his arms around her, pulling her close. “Alessandra,” he said, “I couldn’t have waited any longer to touch you.”
“Neither could I. Touch me.”
Standing face to face, she felt her breasts against his own. He touched her all over. His hands roamed from her upper thigh, over her ass, and up her back. He gently ran his fingers through her hair as the shower made it wet. Alessandra stayed silent as he touched her. She used her fingernails to lightly scratch Beau’s ass before moving her hands to the sides of his hips.
He was taking his time touching her, and she was feeling more and more need for his cock. She could barely handle the anticipation of where his hands might go next. They moved up over her side, closer to her breasts.
Then he pulled her back slightly and start to kiss her. She allowed his tongue to probe her mouth only for a moment. Instead, she moved her lips down his neck and knelt in front of him. “Sit,” she said, motioning to the bench.
He sat down, the showerhead splashing water toward the bench. For a moment, Alessandra let the steam and their nakedness fuel their passion as she simply looked at his hard cock, lightly running her hands over his inner thigh. Before long, he was pressing his cock toward her.
“I’m in charge now,” Alessandra said. She took the soap and lathered it over her hands. She used it to rub his balls and cock. The moan from Beau satisfied her want of control in this moment. She’d felt so out-of-control tonight, too worried about her career. She needed this.
She took one of the hand-held showerheads and rinsed the soap off him. It was on the lowest power, and she knew the different sensation would increase his desire. She was right.
