Total pages in book: 65
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 59713 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 299(@200wpm)___ 239(@250wpm)___ 199(@300wpm)
I was hoping the shower would help me concentrate. Instead, the hot water running down my skin and the steam touching my face only made me sink deeper into the need that had started filling me when I was on the phone with Alex. Pouring body gel into my hands, I rubbed them together to create a thick lather and spread it across my skin. Just that touch sent a shiver through my body that settled between my thighs.
As the water rinsed away the sweet-scented soap, I let my eyes drift closed and imagined Alex in the shower with me. I wanted them to be his hands stroking my skin and the heat of his lips and breath on the side of my neck. My hand swept over one breast, my nipple a hardened pebble that pressed into my palm. I needed it, bringing the other hand down my belly to brush just slightly between my thighs.
It made my breath catch, and I bit down into my lip to control the sound. Finally, I couldn’t take it anymore. There was no more trying to resist the intensity of the desire, the lushness of the need. I wanted Alex, and there was no point in pretending I didn’t.
Reaching up to take the showerhead down from the holder on the wall above my head, I adjusted the stream to a light massage setting. I could have gone for the hardest pulse first, but I didn’t want to go too fast. This feeling was too sweet, too delectable for me to want to rush it. For too long my body had felt like a stranger. I barely remembered what it was like to actually want to be touched and then to experience true pleasure from it.
The soft pulse of the water running over my breasts made them feel heavy and tightened my nipples even harder. I leaned back against the wall and parted my legs. Holding the showerhead just a few inches from my body, I brought it down slowly, still envisioning Alex’s mouth and hands exploring my skin. By the time the pulse got between my legs, I was trembling.
For the first few seconds, I stood with the showerhead held in front of me, the water just getting to my most sensitive peak. Soon the pleasure was so strong, I didn’t want to be on my feet anymore. I slid down the wall to sit down on the floor of the shower. With the hot water swirling around me, I reclined back and let my thighs fall open.
Sweeping my fingers through my folds, I revealed more of myself to the water. It made me gasp, my head falling back and my back arching in response to the shock of sheer pleasure that rolled through me. I pulled the water away for a few seconds to give myself a break, still wanting to enjoy the sensations for as long as possible.
But there was no use. I needed the release. Thinking about Alex’s body pressed against mine and his mouth covering my breast, his hand gliding down my body to tease his fingertips on my clit, I tucked the showerhead between my thighs. My mind lit up with the fantasy of his thick cock brushing the inside of my thigh, and I let my fingers create the feeling.
Finding my opening hot and wet, I plunged my fingers deep inside my body. Fueled by the thought of Alex filling me, I stroked inside while focusing the water directly on my pearl. I didn’t care about the gasping, moaning sounds pouring out of my mouth as I bucked against my hand and spread my legs open further to welcome more of the pulse of the water.
Pressure and tension tightened throughout my body until it felt like I was going to spiral completely out of control, then crashed. I pressed my fingers as deep inside me as I could and gave in to the hard clench and erratic, rapid spasms that rocked through me.
The orgasm left me sagging on the bottom of the shower, unable to move for several long moments. I turned the water to cool and changed the massage setting to a soft spray that I swept over my skin to bring down the burning heat. I was shaking, my muscles spent.
Finally, I dragged myself out of the shower, put on fresh pajamas, and dropped into bed.
The next morning, I woke up with a slight sense of guilt flickering through me about the night before. That was something I hadn’t done in a very long time, especially not while thinking about somebody I was only just starting to get to know.
But I wasn’t going to let it bother me. Not when I had a date planned for Friday night with the gorgeous guy whose image had brought me to that dizzying climax and who started my morning with a “good morning” text.