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“Do you want me to keep this on, too?” she teases, pulling the straps of her bra down.
I shake my head. “No. That comes off.”
In one fluid movement, she reaches behind her back andundoes the clasp of her bra. It falls to the ground and becomes something else she kicks to the side.
Fuck. She’s absolutely breathtaking. She stands in nothing but a pair of stockings and a thong, her eyes watching me closely as if she’s waiting for more direction on what to do.
I think she likes being told what to do, and fuck do I love telling her exactly what I want from her.
I click my tongue, pulling my gaze from her perky, full tits to the scrap of lace that still hides her pussy from me. “You’re still too covered for my liking,” I muse, eager to get rid of the sheer fabric that hides all of her from me.
She tucks the wet strands of her hair behind her ear in a move that makes me wonder if she’s feeling bashful about baring herself to me like this. She shouldn’t be at all. She’s fucking perfect in every way. I’ve never been more turned on in my life, and she hasn’t even touched me.
“Step out of your panties,” I demand.
At first, she acts as if she doesn’t hear me. Her fingers reach up to play with her nipples. She rolls the peaked buds between her finger and her thumb. It’s so fucking sexy, watching her palm her tits, knowing it’s exactly what I want to do with them.
“Winnie…” I warn, my voice hoarse. My hand hasn’t stopped stroking up and down on my cock, and I’m worried that when she finally does give me a view of her pussy, I won’t be able to hold out for much longer. I won’t let it happen. I won’t come until she’s made herself come once—maybe even twice.
“I’ve never…” she begins, her fingers looping through the fabric on her hips. She keeps them there, as if she’s nervous to show me all of her.
“You’ve never what, baby?” I ask, desperate to know what she’s about to admit.
“I haven’t ever touched myself with someone else watching.”
I smile, reveling in the fact that I get some kind of first from her. “That’s what I like to hear,” I praise, gripping my cock alittle tighter.
My eyes stay focused on her as she pulls the thong off. Her thighs stay pressed together, so even though she’s completely naked except for the stockings, I can’t see the part of her I’m dying to see the most.
She stares at the floor for a minute before her eyes meet mine again. Her hair sticks to her face from the water, and there’s a slight flush to her cheeks. I don’t know if it’s from the hot steam billowing around us or from what we’re doing.
I’d like to think it’s from the latter. That her blush is because of me.
Having her naked and within reach is the ultimate test of my restraint, but if I can’t touch her, I at least want to see all of her.
“Sit,” I command, pointing to the long bench seat in the shower.
“Why?”
“So you can spread your legs open wide for me. I want to see your fingers push in and out of your pussy, to see you play with your clit.”
She swallows slowly, taking a cautious step toward the bench. “What if I don’t do it right?”
I fight the urge to close the distance between us, to wrap my arms around her and pull her into me. I hate the unsure look on her face.
“Just make yourself feel good, baby,” I croak. “Something tells me that you can be a dirty girl. You know how to finger yourself, so show me how you do it.”
She takes a seat, opening her thighs slightly and giving me the smallest glimpse of her.
“Pull your legs up so your feet are on the edge.” I have to stop pumping up and down my cock for a moment because I’m far too turned on.
She shivers as she presses her back to the cold stone wall, but she does as she’s told. Her thighs spread open with the new position, and fucking finally, I see all of her.
“Your pussy is so pretty,” I marvel, wanting to get on myknees and taste her. Water rushes over us, making it hard for me to see what’s wet from her arousal and what’s just from the shower.
She closes her eyes the moment the words leave my mouth. I love that I can see her reactions to just my words alone. It makes me even more excited to see how she’d fall apart if she let me touch her and talk dirty to her.
For a moment, I just appreciate the view in front of me. Winnie was raised to be so prim and proper it makes me hard as a rock to see her on the verge of coming undone. Her mascara runs down her face as pieces of red hair stick to her flushed skin. Her lips are red from where she’s bitten them, and all she wears is a pair of black stockings.
