Standing up, she wiped the mirror with her forearm, and turned to see her back. “Fuck, huh? Yeah, it hurts for sure, but it looks terrible.” Peering at me through the mirror, her lips turned into a deep frown. “I'm sorry I did that, I'm sorry I caused us to crash.”
Grabbing her arms, I turned her around so I could look in her eyes. “Don't apologize, you had no clue what was going on. I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn't. If anything, it's my fault. I had no right to take you the way I did, I should have been honest from the start.”
Emery brought her hands to my face, cupping my cheek and stroking her thumb up and down. “We both made mistakes, neither one of us is innocent in this. I won't let you take all the blame, it's not yours to carry alone.”
“No, it's my fault. I gave you no choice, I should have just turned and walked away. You wouldn't be here if I had done the right thing.”
“Stop, you couldn't have known.” Her eyes softened as she angled her head into her shoulder. “I made a choice too, you didn't force me into that bathroom.”
Smiling, I said, “Everything was pretty good up to that point, wasn't it?” She nodded in agreement, the corner of her lip curving into a little smirk. Holding the sink, she glanced at the shower. “Are you ready?” I asked, taking her arm in my hand and holding her at the elbow.
“Yeah, I need to get wet.”
“We don't need the shower for that. . .” Drawing out my words, I bit my bottom lip.
“I set myself up for that one.” Rolling her eyes, Emery giggled.
“You really did, how could I not take it there?”
Shaking her head, she pushed back the curtain, and stepped into the tub. Steam poured out, filling the room. The air was thick and hot, making me sweat easily.
“This feels so good.” Hanging her head under the water, she let it roll down her shoulders.
I stood in awe, my cock hard and throbbing as I watched her skin glisten from head to toe. Even with the bruises coating her body, with thick scratches and cuts, she looked stunning.
Arching her back, the water pooled in the small dimples above her ass. Absorbing the erotic woman in front of me, I licked her body with my eyes.
Her nipples were hard and firm, her ass was plump and enticing, calling me in. Grabbing the bar of soap off the holder, I held it under the water.
“Get against the wall, I'll wash you down.”
Resting open palms against the tiles, she laid her face on the wall. Her eyes were shut, legs spreading to make room. Scrubbing the soap in my hands, I began massaging her back.
The feel of her skin, slick and hot against my fingers sent my head in a spin. Every muscle in my body exploded, filling my cock with need.
Pressing my thumbs up her spine, I wrapped my fingers over her shoulders and squeezed her neck.
Emery let out the prettiest little moan as she pushed her cheek harder against the tiles and kept her eyes closed. “That feels incredible.” Bending at her waist, her ass dipped higher, spine curving deep.
Stroking her flesh, my hands drifted over every curve, curling around her stomach and slipping up her tits. Pinching her nipples, I rolled them between the pads of my fingers, watching the goosebumps as they jumped across her body and made her shiver.
“You like that?” I asked, gliding my hand down her belly, and cupping her mound. “Does that feel good?”
“Yes,” she groaned, parting her thighs and rocking her waist.
“Good, I like making you feel that way.” Trapping her pussy lips between my fingers, I squeezed the wet folds around her swelling button. Back and forth, I wriggled my fingers so her pussy teased her clit, making her body jiggle and move.
Flipping her around, Emery's head tipped back as I ran my hands up and down her stomach, and through the valley of her breasts. Thumbing her hardened beads, she let out a moan that was music to my ears.
I was tempted to devour her right there, tearing her off her feet, and fucking her until her legs were numb and she couldn't catch her breath. My control was weak, it was barely grounded as my head lost sight of what I was doing, and my dick decided to take over.
Peeling her eyes open, Emery's lids hooded as she pressed her palms to her sides and bit her bottom lip. Seductive and alluring, the tips of her curly blond hair dropped water over her chest.
I watched the drops, following their path as some slipped down the center of her chest and others trickled over her tits, hanging dangerously off the edge of her nipples. Dragging my tongue over my lips, my eyes glazed over as I allowed the carnal feelings raging inside to come to the surface.
I should have been tender, I should have been easy and gentle with her. But that was gone, there was nothing left for me to grasp.
My touch was impulsive, my muscles no longer under the control of my brain, but driven by something stronger. The starvation I felt painfully delved deeper into my body, shutting down the world around me.
