Page 91 of Tell Me Something

“I was hoping.” I grinned.

I watched as he took off his clothes and marveled at how strong his body was while yearning to touch it. I didn’t have long to wait as he crossed over to me, took my hand, and led me into the shower stall filled with steam.

His fingers found my warm, slick entrance, and I moaned into his mouth as he ravaged my lips with his kiss. My hand caressed his velvety flesh, finding him hard and ready.

“Turn around,” he commanded. He’d opened the door of the steam shower and led me back out to the bathroom in front of the glass.

Once I turned, I swallowed hard at the vision of us in the large mirror, naked with his arms around me from the back and his hands stroking my body.

“Why doesn’t the mirror fog up?” I had to ask.

“It’s no-fog, I guess. Maybe for this very purpose.”

I was mesmerized, watching as his hand dipped lower and his fingers explored my sensitive flesh in the reflection. My knees felt weak with the heat of the steam and his hardness behind me. With his other hand, he reached for mine and led it down to where his fingers were settled over my clit.

“I want you to touch yourself, Haylee, and I want to watch. Like this.”

We locked eyes in the mirror. The sheer intensity spiked my libido up another level.

“I’m not sure how…”

“Shh, I’ve got you. You’re so beautiful, and I want to watch you as you come for me. Then I’m going to fuck you from behind and make you come again.”

I was about to combust merely at the thought of it. He bent down, moving my legs wider and landing kisses over the backs of my thighs and up to my back and shoulders. I made small circles with my fingers and watched our images in the mirror as he straightened and splayed his hands over my breasts and down my stomach.

“Let me feel how you’re doing.” He dipped two fingers into me, and I gasped, wanting more. I ground my backside into his fingers, searching for the relief I couldn’t seem to find.

“God, you’re positively dripping. Easy now, unless you want me to play with your ass?”

I swallowed hard, and he gave me a slow smile, spreading my wetness up. I was quickly losing my ability to stand.

“Do you know how many times I thought of this since our plane ride using instant messenger? Press harder, like this.” He threaded his fingers through mine and rubbed smaller, more deliberate circles over my clit.

“Josh, I—”

His fingers left mine, and I watched as he positioned himself behind me. “Just my fingers, baby.” He inserted a finger into my backside with his other digits slipping up inside my wet center.

A trembling groan left my body while my orgasm shredded me completely, ridding me of the capacity to stay upright. Luckily, his strong arms braced me from behind as I rode the last wave. He then brought me to the floor gently, folding his body behind me.

“Well, now, this position has possibilities, too.” He stood briefly and came back with two plush folded towels. “Do you think you can sit up on your knees?”

I could only nod and do as he asked, not able to find my voice at the moment.

“Stay right there. I’ll be back; don’t move a muscle.”

As if I could, I thought, watching him leave.

He came back a short time later with something in his hand. Pulling me to my feet, he revealed what was in his palm. “You’re going to learn how to pleasure yourself.”

It was a silver phallic dildo with what looked like two points on the top. I could only whimper when he turned toward me, taking my hand, and inserting my fingers with his into my wet, sensitive channel.

“Do you feel that? Now try it yourself while I watch. Then the next time we’re apart and we play via iPad or phone, I’ll know what you look like when you make yourself come.”

Jesus, it was almost too much as he turned on the vibrator.

“This is the rabbit. I want to watch you insert it. Put it in all the way, as far as it goes. You’re plenty ready for it, aren’t you?”

I pushed it in and took a breath, moving it deeper. Closing my eyes, I gave myself over to the sensation.