I stood up and gathered the edge of his shirt that I was wearing and pulled it off over my head, shaking out my hair as it flew over my shoulders. I opened my eyes and saw the change in the light, realizing my eyes were glowing bright with the magic my thoughts were igniting. Daniel stared openly as I stood in front of him, wearing nothing but the light cotton panties. He tried to keep his eyes on my face, but kept darting glances at the swell of my bare breasts and the curve of my waist into my round hips. I could feel his arousal like a warm hand on my back. Sparks flashed at my fingertips and the light in my eyes grew brighter as I drank in his reaction. I hooked my thumbs into the elastic of my underwear, bent slowly at the waist, and slid them off, kicking them away before stepping into the shower.
It was a square shower stall without a tub, set into the corner of the bathroom with two walls of glass, the transparent door set into one of the glass walls. I didn’t pull the door closed, leaving it partially open in invitation, letting the white steam billow out into the rest of the room as it curled around my legs. I stepped under the steady flow of water, tilting my head back, and let the water soak my hair. I was happy I had washed off my make-up earlier. I felt the change in the air when he stepped in with me, pulling the door shut behind him with a click.
He stepped into me, his hands sliding over my hips, his fingers resting just above the curve of my ass. I felt him pressed hard and long against me. I smiled under the water, pushing my hair back and opening my eyes to look at him. The water filled the void created by our bodies, spilling when I went up on my toes, reaching for the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss. He was tentative at first; all of our earlier heat had diminished to embers waiting to be stirred to life again. The water rushed over him, flattening the Mohawk as he took another step forward, pressing me against the wall. I broke the kiss with a gasp as the cold tiles bit into my back. He grinned at me, the familiar confidence slowly coming back.
Instinctively I had bent my right leg when he pressed me into the wall, hooking onto his leg, which made his cock slip between us, pressing against me almost like it knew where it should go without being guided. I shifted my hips forward, rubbing myself against the swollen head teasingly, enjoying the tiny sparks that surged through my body. I felt the bite pulse as things low in my body clenched in pleasure. I licked my lips, tasting his mouth and the water. He reached above my head and grabbed the shampoo bottle, flipping open the top and pouring some of the shiny, slippery lotion in his hand. I felt a pang of disappointment realizing he was going to make me wait. Now that I was in control of myself and getting over the fact that he was a human, I was ready to see what he was like without the power of the bite urging me on.
I tried to keep the frustration from showing in my face, taking a deep breath through my nose that filled my lungs and pressed my breasts against the lower part of his chest. My body responded to the contact, my nipples puckered with anticipation and I shifted my hips again, feeling the tip of his cock press against the edges of my lips. I was tempted to ignore his plans and pull him into me, taking him right then, but something made me wait. My body throbbed with need and I felt his tremble against me, despite the calm look on his face. After setting the bottle back on the little shelf, Daniel began to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it up and massaging the scalp as he worked the shampoo into my hair, making it foam.
I closed my eyes and held onto his waist as I enjoyed his slow, careful ministrations. No one had ever washed my hair and he was taking his time. I sighed, the tender, thoughtful touch of his hands made me feel cared for – something I hadn’t felt in
It was a square shower stall without a tub, set into the corner of the bathroom with two walls of glass, the transparent door set into one of the glass walls. I didn’t pull the door closed, leaving it partially open in invitation, letting the white steam billow out into the rest of the room as it curled around my legs. I stepped under the steady flow of water, tilting my head back, and let the water soak my hair. I was happy I had washed off my make-up earlier. I felt the change in the air when he stepped in with me, pulling the door shut behind him with a click.
He stepped into me, his hands sliding over my hips, his fingers resting just above the curve of my ass. I felt him pressed hard and long against me. I smiled under the water, pushing my hair back and opening my eyes to look at him. The water filled the void created by our bodies, spilling when I went up on my toes, reaching for the back of his head, and pulled him into a kiss. He was tentative at first; all of our earlier heat had diminished to embers waiting to be stirred to life again. The water rushed over him, flattening the Mohawk as he took another step forward, pressing me against the wall. I broke the kiss with a gasp as the cold tiles bit into my back. He grinned at me, the familiar confidence slowly coming back.
Instinctively I had bent my right leg when he pressed me into the wall, hooking onto his leg, which made his cock slip between us, pressing against me almost like it knew where it should go without being guided. I shifted my hips forward, rubbing myself against the swollen head teasingly, enjoying the tiny sparks that surged through my body. I felt the bite pulse as things low in my body clenched in pleasure. I licked my lips, tasting his mouth and the water. He reached above my head and grabbed the shampoo bottle, flipping open the top and pouring some of the shiny, slippery lotion in his hand. I felt a pang of disappointment realizing he was going to make me wait. Now that I was in control of myself and getting over the fact that he was a human, I was ready to see what he was like without the power of the bite urging me on.
I tried to keep the frustration from showing in my face, taking a deep breath through my nose that filled my lungs and pressed my breasts against the lower part of his chest. My body responded to the contact, my nipples puckered with anticipation and I shifted my hips again, feeling the tip of his cock press against the edges of my lips. I was tempted to ignore his plans and pull him into me, taking him right then, but something made me wait. My body throbbed with need and I felt his tremble against me, despite the calm look on his face. After setting the bottle back on the little shelf, Daniel began to run his fingers through my hair, gathering it up and massaging the scalp as he worked the shampoo into my hair, making it foam.
I closed my eyes and held onto his waist as I enjoyed his slow, careful ministrations. No one had ever washed my hair and he was taking his time. I sighed, the tender, thoughtful touch of his hands made me feel cared for – something I hadn’t felt in
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