enters my mind. I love seeing her like this… lighthearted, joyful, simply happy. I want her permanently happy, to smile all day, to smile every time she sees me, to smile every time I touch her.
Groaning, I take my hardening cock in my hand and imagine her smiling, her beautiful, plump lips are wrapped around it. She sucks hard, taking me deep into her mouth. Fuck. I bet her mouth feels like heaven.
A hiss of pleasure escapes my lips. I want to be inside her so badly. I don’t care where or how. Mouth, pussy, ass… Doesn’t matter because eventually, I’ll claim all of her. For now, however, only one will do. Anything but my fucking hand.
Pumping my cock harder, I think about how warm and wet her pussy will be. How tight she’ll be squeezing my dick when I take her virginity. How slow I’ll take her, savoring every inch that I gain inside her.
I thrust into my hand, tightening my grip as picture after picture of the things I want to do to Dove play behind my eyes like a movie. My balls tighten, and the pleasure builds. Just when I’m about to blow a fat load onto the shower tiles, I get this weird feeling. The feeling of someone watching me. I still my hand with my cock heavy in it. My eyes flutter open and connect with a pair of big blues.
I don’t know who is more shocked, her, or me. She didn’t just walk in here by accident, see me and walk back out. No, she is standing in the middle of the bathroom, watching me jerk off. She walked in here, knowing I was taking a shower.
Her mouth hangs open, and her eyes are so impossibly wide, I think it must hurt to put so much strain on them. It looks like she’s about to say something, her lips moving slightly, but no words come out.
I would give anything to know what’s going on inside her pretty little head right now. There’s only a second for me to make my decision, a second before she turns and walks away.
A good man would tell her to get out, to go into the bedroom and wait, but after this morning, and all these years of being so close but yet so far away, I’m just not strong enough to. I want her, in whatever way she’ll let me have her.
Opening the glass door, steam billows out. “I see you watching me. Take your clothes off and come in here.”
Fear briefly flashes over her face, but something else emerges beneath. Curiosity? Need? Want? Even if she is afraid, this other emotion must win out because she reaches for the hem of her shirt.
Her movements are slow and jerky, almost unsure as she shoves her pants down and then pulls her shirt off. She stands there before me in plain panties and a bra, and I’m so wound up I could explode at the image. Perfection.
“Don’t be shy. I’ve already seen you naked.” I say as she hesitates, her fingers dipping into the sides of her panties. I can see her mind working, fighting with herself. Arguing about what she wants and what she thinks is right.
Maybe she won’t do it? Maybe she’ll turn around and run out of the bathroom? It would be the smart thing to do. The right thing.
Her eyes stay trained to my face as she shocks the hell out of me by slowly dragging her panties down her legs before kicking them away once they reach her feet.
Next is her bra, and it takes everything inside of me not to look down at that valley between her thighs. I’ve dreamed about this moment. Fucked my hand so many times to the image, it should be illegal. Hell, if she knew how often I’ve fucked her in my mind, she would be terrified.
“I…” Her cheeks turn fifty shades of pink as she slowly walks into the shower. “This is… I don’t know why I’m doing this. I don’t know you. You kidnapped me. You drugged me, but...” She shakes her head almost as if she too doesn’t believe it.
Shame overtakes her features and I close the door before crossing the space that separates us. I can’t allow her to feel this way. To question this. We were made for each other. We’re two different sides of a fractured soul.
“You’re doing it because you know deep down, I’m not the monster you’re making me out