My dick goes fully rigid as I listen to her please herself.Every part of me wants to barge in there and finish the job for her. I’m jealous of a fucking showerhead touching what I already feel is mine.
Her sounds have me unbuckling my pants and pulling out my heavy cock. I start stroking myself hard and fast. If I can’t have her now, then I’m damn sure going to take advantage of what I’m hearing and is being offered to me.
My head goes back as I strain against the headboard, picturing her in my mind and touching that sexy body of hers. Her soft moans come through the walls as I pump myself to her sweet sounds. I hear her whimpers come together faster, and I can tell she’s close as I feel my balls tighten from the pressure.
Without seeing her, I know the moment she explodes, as my body follows at the exact same time. It’s like a force between us that skyrockets through our entire being, connecting us together even when we are apart. I clench my jaw tightly as I release onto my stomach, covering it with my cum.
Breathing hard, I finally hear the shower spray return to normal as she moves it away from between her legs. I can almost taste her orgasm on my tongue as I suck in a deep breath and try to savor the phantom taste. Leaning down, I grab my t-shirt and clean myself up. I don’t bother to buckle my pants as I hear the water shut off.
She comes out minutes later with a towel wrapped around her. Her cheeks are flushed, and her eyes are alight with something keen to feeling heaven.
“Did you have a nice shower?” I ask, standing up and dropping my stained shirt to the ground. She takes in my unbuckled pants and the discarded tee.
“Yes,” she says, slowly trying to put the pieces together.
“Fair warning for next time…the walls are very thin.” I watch her cheeks redden as she realizes exactly what I heard. “I’m not complaining, though, because I thoroughly enjoyed the show I got to hear.” I grin as her eyes widen.
“Although I’ve got to admit,” I say, taking off my hat and throwing it on the bed before raking my fingers through my hair. “I’m very jealous of that shower nozzle, but it got the job done for both of us, so I guess I can’t complain.”
Her eyes drop to my unbuckled pants and then again to the cum-soaked shirt on the ground.
“Did you just…”
“Oh, I did,” I grin, walking up to her as she stands in front of the bathroom door. “It’s not the first time since I’ve met you that I’ve jacked off to your image, and I’m sure it won’t be the last. Those moans of yours had me cumming hard and fast.” I trace my finger down her neck, following the water trail. “Tell me this one thing,” I say quietly, watching her throat bob as she swallows.
“What?” She squeaks out.
“Whose image did you cum to? I want to know who made this pussy clench tightly around these fingers.” I lift her hand and suck the first two hoping I can get a taste, but it’s already washed away. Her hazel eyes smolder as I release them from my mouth. “Tell me,” I softly demand when she doesn’t answer.
“You,” she says quietly, “but it doesn’t change anything…” she says, shaking her head adamantly.
“I disagree,” I grin. “It may not change things right away, but itmeanseverything.” I walk past her and head for the shower, not bothering to shut the door. If she wants to watch, she can. I remove my shoes and pants before dropping my underwear.
I sense her standing there as I raise my eyes to hers. She clutches the towel tightly to her chest as her eyes wander down my body. I feel my body already respond again to her presence as my cock swells and stands at attention.
“Guess I need a round two. I’ll try to keep my moans to aminimum for you,” I wink, stepping into the shower. She stands there for a few more minutes as the steam fogs up the glass before quietly shutting the door.
Fuck.
I turn the shower to cold and suck in a breath as it hits my heated flesh. I feel like I’m back in high school, jacking off every hour because I can’t keep my dick soft. This girl is likely to kill me at some point, and it could very well be tonight in that small bed. I’ll be hard all fucking night feeling her body next to me and not being able to do a damn thing about it.
Grabbing the shampoo, I take out my frustration by furiously rubbing my scalp before rinsing and cleaning my body. By the time I’m done, I’m only semi-hard, and I call it a win. It’s as good as it will ever get around her.
“The couplewe are about to meet owns several wineries across the country. They only sell to a select few distributors, so getting this account will be huge for me and for you since you will have exclusive wine to sell at your bar,” she tells me on the ride over.
I’m only half listening because that dress she is wearing is sinful candy to my eyes. It’s made of some kind of silky, black fabric that felt like butter against my hand when I first touched the small of her back to help her into the car.
The front drapes down low, covering part of her breasts but leaving little to the imagination of what’s underneath. My eyes now are focused on her bare thigh with a slit that reminds me so much of our first night together that all I want to do is pull her on my lap and recreate that moment.
Her hair is in a bun at the nape of her neck, showing off her bee tattoo, leaving her back completely exposed. Athin tan line goes across, letting me know she was wearing a string bikini, which puts a whole other influx of images in my head.
“Are you even listening to me?” She asks, clearly frustrated.
“Yes, I’m listening,” I chuckle, telling a little white lie to calm her nerves. “It’s going to be great. Just be yourself, and they can’t help but fall in love with you.” I should know better than anyone how hard it is to resist her.
“You’re right,” she sighs. “I don’t know why I’m nervous. I never get this way when meeting clients. I guess with the jeep breaking down and all that’s happened, I’m just out of sorts.”
Reaching over, I take her hand in mine. “Like my sister would say in this situation…you are a badass bitch and you’ve got this.”
