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Ruthie's quiet as she looks me over, and my cock, already sensitive, prickles and aches from need. I can feel the beads of pre-cum sliding down the head and tickling down my length, but I don't move. I just wait for her to acknowledge my nakedness. To say if I pass muster.
She tilts her head and regards me, finally meeting my gaze again after giving me the longest look-over a male has ever endured. "I thought you said you were going to shower."
It's hard to stay focused when she's watching me so intently. I run my hand down my cock, pretending to adjust things, and I'm not surprised when her gaze immediately zooms there. It's flattering. Distracting, but flattering.
I step into the shower and start to soap up. I'm incredibly aware of my movements, knowing that Ruthie is watching everything I do closely. Soap and water run down my body, and I automatically reach down to stroke my cock. Just once, and then I force my hands to move away again. Normally I'd jerk off to take care of the edge, but with Ruthie sitting on the counter nearby, I don't know what would be too much for her. I don't know what she wants to see. I turn under the spray, appreciating that we have fresh running water since we're at Port. If we were deep in space, it'd be a much quicker steam shower made from recycled water. But a shower this morning can be as luxurious and languid as I want it to be.
Eventually, I get tired of dragging the shower out. Ruthie's not saying anything, nor is she moving from her spot. My brain is filled with fantasies of her stripping off her clothes and joining me, but the longer I shower, the more I realize that's never going to become a reality. So I turn the water off and shake the excess drops from my hair. I sneak a glance over at Ruthie.
She looks surprised that I'm finishing up. Her gaze flicks to my erect cock and then back to my face. "Are you not going to take care of that?"
Now I'm the one that's surprised. Is that what she's been waiting for? "I...are you going to stay and watch?"
Her cheeks flush and her tongue teases the lip ring again. "I'd like to."
So she wants me to perform for her?
I...keffing love the idea.
Shooting her a wicked grin, I reach for myself. I'm glad that she wants a show. Glad that she wants to watch me stroke my cock. This is progress. This is Ruthie declaring that I belong to her, in the smallest of ways. She wants to see what she's getting, even if she's not ready to touch just yet.
That's all right. I'll make her want to touch me.
I run my hand down my length, the other hand bracing against the wall of the shower. It won't take long for me to come—I know just the way to work my cock to get things taken care of quickly, but that won't make it good for Ruthie. So I force my hand slowly up and down my length, dragging things out. I glance over at her to see if she's watching.
Ruthie most definitely is watching. She's scooted to the end of the counter, moving closer to the shower for a better view. Her lips are slightly parted and her gaze is focused entirely upon my cock.
"Should I stop?" I ask her, already knowing the answer.
Her gaze flicks up to mine and then back down to my cock, riveted. "What if you use soap? To make things slick?"
I groan, because I love that idea. It's one I've definitely put into practice many a time. "Then I might go too fast."
"I don't mind." Her eyes gleam at the thought, as if it excites her.
"Kef, Ruthie. You're going to kill me." I love this voyeuristic side of her. I love that she wants to see me pleasure myself. I stroke my cock harder, giving the tip a little more attention. Then I do as she asks, squirting a generous amount of soap into my palm and then greasing up my shaft.
The sensation changes immediately from one of mild pleasure to intense ecstasy. A hard sound escapes my throat and I forget all about taking things slow. I grip myself tightly, working my length as I watch Ruthie watching me. Her excitement is palpable, her lips parted as she stares. A flurry of pornographic thoughts roll through my mind—of pushing my cock into those parted lips. Of her expression when I touch her for the first time. Of her sinking down onto my cock as she rides me...
Faster and faster, I work myself, beating off furiously as Ruthie's intense gaze encourages me onward. I love the breathless little sounds she makes when I grunt. I love the way she can't take her eyes off me. I love that she wants this from me. I look over at her as I stroke, and our eyes meet.
