I clear my throat and help her stand as the bath fills.
Before I know it, she yanks off her muddy shirt. She is now in a sexy black thong and pink and black bra. I, three feet away, am stumped.
As she steps into the warm bath, I am forced to hold her arm. I try not to look at her perfect body, but it’s hard, like my thick needy cock.
“Ahhhhhhhh…” she moans, sighing and dropping into the hot water.
I try not to watch, but I fail. I force myself to walk to the window. Disturbed and turned on, I close my eyes.
After a minute, just as I finish coming in her in my mini fantasy, she clears her throat.
I glance back at her because it was an ‘excuse me’ throat clear. Much of her face is still covered in mud, and she is using a fancy face cloth to try to clean up. Mud still covers much of her body, and she appears below average at the cleaning task.
“Did I miss any?”
“Yes,” I growl, still as hard as steel.
“Where?” she asks, innocent and tempting.
“On your head, arms and leg,” I growl pointing. “In fact, all over.”
The mess holds out the fancy face cloth, and it hangs from her long delicate fingers. I don’t move. It is a very bad idea.
I will ruin her.
Even if I will have incredible pleasure for an hour, maybe two or three, it is unwise. I imagine stretching her and messing with her entire body. Making her come, teasing her, and stopping her from coming.
“Please, Dante!”
Do not say that!Ever.
I dislike time wasting, almost as much as I like sliding into pussy.
Walking over, I tell myself to control my energy. I give her a stern look, and I shake my head. “You are out there, Raven!”
“You have no idea.”
I snatch the old-styled cloth, and I command her to stay still. The virgin closes her eyes, and I wash her face. As I wipe her lips, I think of my hard head rubbing against her lips and then sliding inside them.
I then think of pushing inside her and stretching her ass. I groan inside, and my cock twitches. I force myself to walk away, and I relocate to her shoulders and back. Staying away from hereyes and sinful lips is key. It’s also in case she sees my hard cock through my trousers.
As I take in her body, I remind myself I’m not good for her. I go to leave when I see mud and dirt in her blonde hair. “Your hair. It is full of mud.”
Seconds pass, then she turns her face. “Please. Wash it for me.”
I slide the chair over with my foot, and I sit behind her. As she lays there silently, I have trouble thinking. She does not have an ounce of makeup on, and she is cute. She is curvier than I’ve liked in the past, but she is perfect.
Her sinful lips and eyes are her best features, but as I look down her entire body, I pause. She is incredible. And again… untouched.
I run my fingers through her hair, and as I do, I feel disturbed. I inhale Zen-like and try to not think of teaching her to kiss. Then educating her about coming. As I imagine her moaning and coming properly for the first time, I lecture myself about virgins.
Nothing good will come. Only I will, and hard!
I’ve never washed a woman’s hair before, and there is something tender that confuses me. I’m used to yanking on hair wound up like rope and pulling women onto my cock.
One is rough and savage. The other tender… and intimate.
Finally, I finish washing her long, silky hair, and her spectacular skin is soft and satin like. Slowly, I wipe soap and water from around her temples, then her chin, and finally, her lips. Lips I want to push inside of.
