Page 77 of Five Days in July


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“Yeah.” The short, terse response reveals a modicum of his obvious turmoil. “I can do that.”

I’m not going to lie. I’m glad the shower is partially steamed up so that I can’t see everything through the glass. His voice alone is enough to fulfill so many of my fantasies, but I think together with the explicit picture of what he’s going to do would be too overwhelming.

“Okay.”

I see his chest expand with a deep inhalation. “Will you touch yourself too?” He moans after the words leave his mouth, and I’m not sure if it’s because he regrets asking or because he’s already started.

Another squirm of nerves shivers over me, but I lower my hand into the water from where it clutches the side of the tub. “I can do that.” I pause, realizing with a start how wet I’ve become. Before, by myself, it’s always been a struggle. I gasp at the unfamiliarly sharp sensations of pleasure.

I can hear his shuddering breath. “Christ, woman, you’re going to be the death of me.”

I smile, some of the nervous tension waning. I trail my fingers from my leg to my hip, moving over to touch the soft skin of my belly and finding the swell of my nipple. It peaks from a combination of excitement and the rapidly cooling water.

Inside the shower stall, Matt’s arm is moving slowly. I watch as he turns sideways again, letting me see his profile. His breathing is coming quicker, and a low moan escapes every so often.

I pinch one of my nipples and bring my other hand lower, touching my mound and running my fingers across the short hair. I find the slick heat of my entrance again and circle my fingers through the moisture. Dragging some to my clit, I begin a slow rhythm that naturally aligns with Matt’s.

“Keep talking please.” I feel like I’m begging, but the sound of his voice and the heat of the moment combine to get me closer than I’ve ever been before, and I don’t want to lose the feeling.

“You have no idea how much I wish I could see more of you now.” His arm is picking up speed. I can see it moving from root to tip, pausing at the base and moving upward, again and again. He shifts his stance wider for more support.

“Tell me what you’re doing.” His command makes my breath catch and my body throb. I realize that while I can see his shadow from inside the shower, the lights and steam are making the glass completely opaque from his side. He can’t get a clear view of anything I’m doing.

“I’ve never done this in front of someone before.”

He groans long and loud. “But you’ve done it before?”

“Yes.” I try to make the answer clear, feeling braver.

“Tell me.” He sounds downright desperate.

“Well.” I gulp as I swirl my finger quicker around my clit and spread my legs apart under the water.

“Usually, I use my vibrator.”

His arm moves faster. “I’d love to see that.”

I move my other hand down and push two fingers into my channel while I match his rhythm. “I had to be quick, especially when I lived at home.” I moan as I hit a good spot. “And quiet.”

“You never have to be quiet with me or quick.” He’s not trying to hide his pleasure, and a soft whimper leaves me.

Matt seems to sense that I’m getting closer. “Are you touching your beautiful tits right now?” he growls.

I groan, struggling to keep my eyes open as pleasure washes over me.

“I bet they’re stiff and the same blushing shade of pink as your lips.” I think he’s squeezing himself because his arm is not moving. “I cannot wait to taste you there.”

A needy sound escapes me, and I move my fingers in and out, trying to find a satisfying rhythm.

“You like that idea?” He starts to move his hand again, slowly.

“Yes,” I pant out. My chest is heaving, and I slip my legs further apart, sinking slightly in the water. My head is thrown back against the towel I stacked on the edge earlier, and I can feel the first waves of pleasure building.

“When you’re ready, all you have to do is ask.” His forehead leans against the glass, his rhythm now quick and sharp.

“Oh God, Matt.”

I squeeze my eyes, and, faster than I thought possible, my hips surge upward as wave after wave of pleasure washes over me. Water splashes over the side, making a lake of pink, bubbly foam around the tub.

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