I shivered at his declaration and reveled in the comfort I felt, cocooned in his strong arms. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed wrapped in each other’s lovey hugs, but we had to reheat dinner.
A few days later when Nathan went off to make dinner, I was free to take a shower by myself. Showers were difficult for both of us in the last few weeks, though Nathan’s arousal was much more noticeable than my own. It was torture to watch his c**k salute me, innocent brushes against my skin leaving a trail of fire that settled between my thighs. He begged me not to mind, but all I wanted to do was lean forward and take him into my mouth.
I was so happy, getting ever closer to being rid of my cast. I was tired of donning the blue rubber boot to shower and not being able to walk on it.
Once I was ready I stepped into the shower, with the help of the dozen or so handles Nathan added, and sat on the tile seat. The water felt good against my skin, and my body relaxed as I washed the grime of the day away. My hands ran over my body spreading the water around as I rinsed the suds away. I grabbed my razor and, well, trimmed the hedges. Something I’d felt weird about doing in front of Nathan.
Once complete, I moved on to washing my hair. I was rinsing the conditioner from the strands when my fingers brushed over my ni**les, and tingles zinged through my body. Thoughts of Nathan in the shower, his c**k at full attention, filled my mind. My hand slid down and teased my clit, my fingers sliding against my newly shaved slit.
“Taste me,” he begged.
I could imagine wrapping my lips around his head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Feels so f**king good. I’ve missed my little c**k slut. So good at sucking me off.”
His hips thrust forward, pushing his hard c**k down my throat. I imagined my fingers I were his and began pushing them into my pu**y.
“So f**king tight. Going to feel so f**king good wrapped around my cock. You’d like me to f**k this tight little pu**y, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, please!” I cried out to my vision.
“Do you want my cock, baby? Tell me, tell me how much you want my c**k in that tight snatch.”
My fingers were pumping faster and faster. “Please, oh, I need your cock, Nathan. Please, f**k me!”
“That’s my good girl. God, baby, I need you.”
“Take me. Take me so hard I can’t f**king breathe.”
I moved four fingers into my pu**y and began pumping at a furious pace; all while imagining it was Nathan. My body was tensing as I approached the ledge.
“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you fall apart.”
I did as my fantasy requested. I let go, my body shaking as I came for the first time in weeks. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced.
Stepping out of the shower, I felt relaxed and refreshed. I toweled off my body and hair, and then wrapped the towel around my torso. I hobbled through the door, but didn’t get far when I was assaulted by one of the most sensual and sexy sounds I’d ever heard.
I turned to find Nathan standing next to the bathroom door, his hand wrapped around his hard, weeping cock, pumping with all his might. His eyes were dark, heavy, and clouded; his breath was coming out in pants between his curses.
It was at that moment I realized he’d heard me, my voice echoing off the tile bathroom walls. He’d been listening to me through the door.
I stood there, watching him, and found myself right back where I was before my shower. I should have known it would do no good. He was a sexual creature and my body was always drawn to his.
I noticed that his left hand gripped the door frame so hard he was leaving indentations. Probably to keep himself from doing something he thought we would both regret.
Wanting to help him out, I opened up my towel, exposing my naked body. The reaction I received had me panting for him. His movements sped up; groans and moans slipped passed his lips along with the dirty words I loved to hear.
“Touching yourself in the shower, my horny, dirty girl? Making me so hard I can’t think straight!” he hissed, his hand furiously pumping his cock. “I want to shove my dick so deep, baby. My little f**king c**k tease.” He licked his lips and took a deep breath, then steadied himself with his hand on the doorjamb. “You’re dirtier than anything that can be washed off, that’s how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Only for me. Need another shower? Huh? Too bad. You’re not getting one, not after what you just did to me. You’re going to watch me and drip. That’s what my girl gets. That’s what I’m going to give you – a throb, an ache so deep it never goes away.”
His jaw was tight, and his face wild with lust, his body almost shaking as his urges took over.
Heat moved through me, my face hot, lips parted as my breathing became more labored. My ni**les tightened from the air and from his eyes as they greedily devoured me. It was intoxicating to watch his fist move up and down his shaft, twirling a bit at the head. My pu**y ached with how much it wanted him.
He threw his head back, curses streaming from his lips, as hot streams erupted from the head of his c**k and landed on his shirt. His body relaxed against the wall, breath coming out in heavy pants. I’d never watched a man do that, and it was so sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off him or the moisture seeping into his shirt.
My heart raced in time with my throbbing pu**y. Fuck, he was going to kill me. I’d have a heart attack soon if he didn’t take me.
He dropped his head and gave me a look of relief mixed with his cockiness since I was gaping at him, and then he moved to the bathroom to clean up while I headed toward the bed. I sat down on the edge and fanned my face in an effort to cool down, but it didn’t help as my whole body was in flames.
I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on something other than the imagery of Nathan coming, but it wasn’t working.
I heard a groan come from somewhere near the bathroom, then a click sound before I felt the soft breeze of the fan.
“Dinner’s almost done,” he said in a gravelly voice before his footsteps retreated.
The fan helped. His f**k-hot voice did not.
CHAPTER 12
It was a session of epic proportions. One sentence I thought seemed so innocent blew up.
“I understand it’s in his nature to be dominating and in control, but I can’t let someone else control me and what I do.”
I had no problem when Nathan wanted to control in the bedroom. It was outside that I had a problem. I’d been controlled growing up; I wasn’t going to stand for it as an adult.
A few days later when Nathan went off to make dinner, I was free to take a shower by myself. Showers were difficult for both of us in the last few weeks, though Nathan’s arousal was much more noticeable than my own. It was torture to watch his c**k salute me, innocent brushes against my skin leaving a trail of fire that settled between my thighs. He begged me not to mind, but all I wanted to do was lean forward and take him into my mouth.
I was so happy, getting ever closer to being rid of my cast. I was tired of donning the blue rubber boot to shower and not being able to walk on it.
Once I was ready I stepped into the shower, with the help of the dozen or so handles Nathan added, and sat on the tile seat. The water felt good against my skin, and my body relaxed as I washed the grime of the day away. My hands ran over my body spreading the water around as I rinsed the suds away. I grabbed my razor and, well, trimmed the hedges. Something I’d felt weird about doing in front of Nathan.
Once complete, I moved on to washing my hair. I was rinsing the conditioner from the strands when my fingers brushed over my ni**les, and tingles zinged through my body. Thoughts of Nathan in the shower, his c**k at full attention, filled my mind. My hand slid down and teased my clit, my fingers sliding against my newly shaved slit.
“Taste me,” he begged.
I could imagine wrapping my lips around his head, his fingers tangling in my hair.
“Feels so f**king good. I’ve missed my little c**k slut. So good at sucking me off.”
His hips thrust forward, pushing his hard c**k down my throat. I imagined my fingers I were his and began pushing them into my pu**y.
“So f**king tight. Going to feel so f**king good wrapped around my cock. You’d like me to f**k this tight little pu**y, wouldn’t you?”
“Yes, please!” I cried out to my vision.
“Do you want my cock, baby? Tell me, tell me how much you want my c**k in that tight snatch.”
My fingers were pumping faster and faster. “Please, oh, I need your cock, Nathan. Please, f**k me!”
“That’s my good girl. God, baby, I need you.”
“Take me. Take me so hard I can’t f**king breathe.”
I moved four fingers into my pu**y and began pumping at a furious pace; all while imagining it was Nathan. My body was tensing as I approached the ledge.
“Come for me, baby. I want to watch you fall apart.”
I did as my fantasy requested. I let go, my body shaking as I came for the first time in weeks. Wave after wave of pleasure crashed over me. It was one of the most intense orgasms I’d ever experienced.
Stepping out of the shower, I felt relaxed and refreshed. I toweled off my body and hair, and then wrapped the towel around my torso. I hobbled through the door, but didn’t get far when I was assaulted by one of the most sensual and sexy sounds I’d ever heard.
I turned to find Nathan standing next to the bathroom door, his hand wrapped around his hard, weeping cock, pumping with all his might. His eyes were dark, heavy, and clouded; his breath was coming out in pants between his curses.
It was at that moment I realized he’d heard me, my voice echoing off the tile bathroom walls. He’d been listening to me through the door.
I stood there, watching him, and found myself right back where I was before my shower. I should have known it would do no good. He was a sexual creature and my body was always drawn to his.
I noticed that his left hand gripped the door frame so hard he was leaving indentations. Probably to keep himself from doing something he thought we would both regret.
Wanting to help him out, I opened up my towel, exposing my naked body. The reaction I received had me panting for him. His movements sped up; groans and moans slipped passed his lips along with the dirty words I loved to hear.
“Touching yourself in the shower, my horny, dirty girl? Making me so hard I can’t think straight!” he hissed, his hand furiously pumping his cock. “I want to shove my dick so deep, baby. My little f**king c**k tease.” He licked his lips and took a deep breath, then steadied himself with his hand on the doorjamb. “You’re dirtier than anything that can be washed off, that’s how much of a filthy little slut you are for me. Only for me. Need another shower? Huh? Too bad. You’re not getting one, not after what you just did to me. You’re going to watch me and drip. That’s what my girl gets. That’s what I’m going to give you – a throb, an ache so deep it never goes away.”
His jaw was tight, and his face wild with lust, his body almost shaking as his urges took over.
Heat moved through me, my face hot, lips parted as my breathing became more labored. My ni**les tightened from the air and from his eyes as they greedily devoured me. It was intoxicating to watch his fist move up and down his shaft, twirling a bit at the head. My pu**y ached with how much it wanted him.
He threw his head back, curses streaming from his lips, as hot streams erupted from the head of his c**k and landed on his shirt. His body relaxed against the wall, breath coming out in heavy pants. I’d never watched a man do that, and it was so sexy I couldn’t take my eyes off him or the moisture seeping into his shirt.
My heart raced in time with my throbbing pu**y. Fuck, he was going to kill me. I’d have a heart attack soon if he didn’t take me.
He dropped his head and gave me a look of relief mixed with his cockiness since I was gaping at him, and then he moved to the bathroom to clean up while I headed toward the bed. I sat down on the edge and fanned my face in an effort to cool down, but it didn’t help as my whole body was in flames.
I lay down on the bed and shut my eyes in an attempt to concentrate on something other than the imagery of Nathan coming, but it wasn’t working.
I heard a groan come from somewhere near the bathroom, then a click sound before I felt the soft breeze of the fan.
“Dinner’s almost done,” he said in a gravelly voice before his footsteps retreated.
The fan helped. His f**k-hot voice did not.
CHAPTER 12
It was a session of epic proportions. One sentence I thought seemed so innocent blew up.
“I understand it’s in his nature to be dominating and in control, but I can’t let someone else control me and what I do.”
I had no problem when Nathan wanted to control in the bedroom. It was outside that I had a problem. I’d been controlled growing up; I wasn’t going to stand for it as an adult.
