Part 1
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Sitting back in my chair with a satisfied smile, I saved the document and shut my laptop with a snap.
"Rargh," a groan slipped from my lips as I stretched my arms high above my head and stood up. I'd been working on my manuscript for hours and wanted nothing more than a long hot shower to relax and wash off the grime.
Pleased with the progress on my latest book, I hummed and made my way down the hallway to the master bedroom. It was shaping up to be a great day. Work done and Jason wouldn't be home for another hour. Which meant that we would have the entire evening free.
I shrugged the robe off of my shoulders to hang it behind the door of the ensuite bathroom. A grin twitched across my lips as I wondered what we would do to entertain ourselves. I met my green eyes in the mirror that ran the length of the bathroom and the smirk bloomed into a full smile.
"I can think of a few things..." I mused aloud, watching my nipples harden at the thoughts running through my mind. With a toss of my long, dark brown hair, I turned to the shower. Steam filled the bathroom and I stepped in, closing the door behind me.
"Mmmmm..." Head thrown back, a moan of pure pleasure rumbled through my chest, hot water cascading on my head and over my shoulders. I leaned forward so that it beat down on stiff muscles and stood like that for a few minutes, allowing the heat to suffuse my limbs.
I took my time shaving, sure to be careful with the sensitive area behind my knees and ankles. Lifting my left foot onto the ledge in the corner of the shower, I spread my legs and let water glide down over my parted lips. Smoothing shaving cream over them, my fingers slid lightly over my clitoris. By the time I was done, my pussy was completely smooth and bare; I rubbed myself briefly, sighing, before finally lowering my leg.
I arched beneath the shower spray again before working shampoo through my hair. I massaged firmly, enjoying the feeling of my fingers and nails working suds through every strand, from scalp to tip. I closed my eyes and backed under the water.
"Ahh!" With a shriek, my eyes flew open and I jumped away from the cold fingers pinching my right nipple. "Jason! Jesus Christ! You scared me!"
Cold air flowed into the warm shower, finally alerting me to the fact that the door was open. Jason's brown eyes moved from my face to my heaving chest and hard nipples.
"Are you going to join me or just stand there letting cold air in?" He backed away as I moved through the water to give him a kiss.
"Neither." He withdrew his head from the shower and stood, framed by the door, that delicious body still clothed in his work suit.
With his words I drew up short, pouting, and, placing a hand on my right hip, asked, "Then what are you doing, mister?"
Jason's eyes darkened and, enunciating slowly, he answered, "I'm here to give you your instructions."
My pussy clenched and I straightened, the pout disappearing from my lips. I waited for his next words.
"Emma, come here."
Without a sound I moved forward two steps, stopping less than a foot from him; chest rising and falling faster. A different kind of heat crept through my body, pooled low in my belly and made me want to shift my legs restlessly back and forth; an urge I stifled.
"Good. Now I want you to spread your legs." Once again, I obeyed without question, moving my feet about a foot apart as I lowered my eyes.
"Emma. Emma, look at me when I talk to you." My eyes widened and my face jerked up as I rushed to meet his gaze. "Good. Now. Your legs aren't as wide as I would like."
Under the weight of his dark stare, emotions roiled inside of me. I inched my legs further apart until two feet of space rested between them. Standing in front of Jason like that, naked and wet, with my legs spread wide enough to part my pussy lips, while he remained fully clothed, dry, and controlled, left me feeling completely exposed.
It took all of my willpower to keep my eyes on his, legs spread, hands motionless by my sides. The impulse to lower my eyes, close my legs, and cross my arms nearly overwhelmed me, at the same time that I wanted nothing more than to do whatever Jason demanded.
Warring emotions fed my rapidly mounting desire. My senses lurched into overdrive.
The steam at my back contrasted sharply with the cold air drifting through the open shower door, leaving my nipples hard; gooseflesh to broke out over my arms. Water dripped slowly from my hair onto the drying skin of my breasts and stomach, rivulets snaking down my torso, inch by agonizing inch. With every heartbeat, more blood pulsed into my throbbing clit and aching nipples. I shivered.
Jason stared intently into my eyes for what seemed like forever; knowing that each second, each heartbeat, brought me closer to him. Took me nearer to that point when need overcomes inhibition. Where my body and mind, drawn taut between modesty and longing, finally submit and I become his. An instrument thrumming beneath his expert touch.
Finally, he spoke. "Mmm. Very good."
With his left index finger, he caught a droplet on my right breast, traced it down and around my areola, then gently pulled on the nipple. I gasped. A smile tugged at his lips. He continued with another drop in looping circles down my softly rounded stomach before stopping at the top of my slit. I couldn't help but tilt my hips in his direction.
Yes, touch me!
Jason's hand cupped my entire mound, palm resting against my clitoris, the tips of his fingers over my vagina. The breath whooshed out of my lungs and my body trembled, waiting for his next request.
His middle finger slipped inside of me up to the first knuckle and my hips jerked down in reaction. I moaned quietly and my eyes drifted shut as he slowly circled his fingertip around my slick opening, dipping in only slightly.
"Emma!" My eyes widened in response to his stern tone. "I told you to look at me. I want to see your eyes when I tell you how
hot
,
wet
, and
tight
you are." Jason punctuated the last few words with fast thrusts. Each felt like an electric shock through my body, tightening my pussy around his finger.