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His gaze cut to mine, and I couldn’t help but wonder if my desire was etched on my face, if he could see what this was doing to me or not.
He moved to my back, making his body press closer, close enough to feel the heat of him as my nipples pebbled up tighter now that the water wasn’t warming me anymore.
The towel wrapped around my waist, and he used it to pull me out of the shower niche, my feet meeting the cushy bath mat.
Then, his gaze still holding mine, he lowered down as he dried my thighs.
Until he was on his knees.
Looking up at me.
This time, there was no way I could claim that the whimper that escaped me was anything but what it was.
Because I never could have known exactly how much I would like seeing him on his knees in front of me, his gaze holding mine as his face leveled with my sex that was throbbing for his attention.
A rumbling sound moved through Dav as his fingertips whispered up my calves.
“Trust me,” he said, voice thick again, “can’t think about anything right now but burying my face in your sweet pussy.” As if to prove his point, his lips pressed a little kiss to the triangle above my sex. But then he was getting back to his feet. “But you’re not stable enough to be standing for that.”
I had to get a hold of myself.
“Keep dreaming, Dav,” I said, hoping my voice wasn’t giving me away as much as his was.
“Think I might not be the only one dreaming anymore,” he said, and then the words were moving through me, wrapping around my heart and tightening.
“You think too highly of yourself,” I said as he reached for the simple black panties.
“That so?” he asked as he lowered down again, waiting for me to slip a foot into the leg hole. Then the other, before slipping the panties up my thighs. But pausing.
His gaze slipped to mine, and I saw the intention just a second before I felt his fingers between my thighs, sliding over me. Finding the proof he was seeking.
“What’s this then?” he asked, fingers teasing over my wet cleft.
“I just got out of the shower,” I reminded him even as my breath caught and my heartbeat became a frantic bass beat in my chest.
“Hmm,” he said. His heated gaze held mine as his fingers slid back down, then pressed inside of me, making a surprised gasp escape me as my hand grabbed his arm. “What about this?” he asked, voice still holding a challenge.
Try to deny it when my fingers are all inside your wet pussy.
“Dav…” I whimpered, too far gone to care how needy I sounded.
“Okay,” he said, voice soft as his free hand went around my waist, pulling me against him as his fingers started to slide inside of me.
“You know how many times I thought about my fingers inside of you?” he asked, getting a low whimper from me in response. “No fantasy comes close to this,” he added. “Feel how wet you are for me? How tight you are squeezing me?”
His fingers started to drive me up, and my labored breathing had my ribs aching. But I couldn’t seem to make myself care as his fingers turned inside of me, crooking and stroking against my top wall as his palm flattened against me, engaging my clit.
I gave into the need to lean into him, to bury my face in his neck, to surround myself with him. Like I’d been telling myself for years that I didn’t want.
Just this once, I was going to let myself have exactly what I wanted. Without obsessing over the outcome.
Dav’s head tilted, resting on the top of mine as he continued to work me. Making my legs wobble and my breath go quick and shallow.
Up this close, there was no denying his own desire as it pressed against me. As long and thick as I’d fantasized about in weak moments alone in my own bed.
Sensing the direction of my thoughts, Dav’s fingers moved a little faster.
“You have no idea how badly I want you right now,” he said, voice deep. “How much I wish my cock was buried right here,” he told me, using his fingers to emphasize his point, “right now.”
