From the Idle hands Thomas Alan Belenger
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It's so hot and muggy out. He felt so nasty with the sweat running down his back. He wants to go to the bathroom for a nice cool shower. He grabs his towel from his room and walks into the bathroom. He's hit with a billow of steam someone is already in here. He could tell by the smell of fresh scented body wash it was her. She must have had the same idea. He backed out the door as quietly possible.
"Hey is someone out there?" her voice is angel music. Why does her voice sound like velvet to his ears?
"Yeah, it's me. Please don't scream" She lets out a plume of steam peeking out from behind the curtain. It smells like fresh spring. She smiles and he melts.
"I won't if you could come over here and wash my back." he sees a smile grow on her face. He had never seen her naked before. Even the time they had been together but the occasion didn't call for nudity, Just raw primal energy. Then never came up again. He told himself it never felt appropriate. She had to set the time and the place for such things, or so she said. Walking over to the shower he took the wash-cloth from her. Her skin was just as soft as he remembered. She slipped her hair over her Shoulder. Her long dark hair is so beautiful. She turns for a quick glance "You know, you can come in here with me?" he wasn't sure what to do. His heart started to race in his chest. He looks at the face peeking out from behind the curtain and her eyes reassured him. The way she looked at him tugged at his primal side.
As he slips out of his shorts and steps over the side of the tub. He goes to steady himself grazing her hip. She flinches at his touch. He places his hand on her hip to reassure her. It was odd but he has only seen her this vulnerable once before. It brought out his inner predator. The last time he kept it at bay as best he could, but this time he couldn't help himself. He grasps hips and pulls her near him. He notice the hitch in her breathing as it began to get heavy. He slowly slips the wash-cloth across her chest. He watches as the water slowly glides down her breasts. All that was on his mind at that second was the feel of her skin. How her scent filled him with passion. He kissed her neck out of pure want. She turned to him looking him in the eye.
"Do you want me?" Her smile to him read as half playful and half seductive. He remembers the last time they were together. The flash-back stirs in him. Her body against him with the water gliding down her skin. He kisses her. He feels her body shiver and exhales with a moan. He grips her tight. The thought crosses his mind. He smiled and leans up to her ear as he growls out. "Its more like an uncontrollable need" He slides his hands down her back stopping at her hips holding her to his. She wraps her arms around him. He kisses her passionately tugging on her lip "I hunger for you." She moves away from him stepping out of the shower grabbing the pale blue towel from the rack.
She walks to the door and gestures him to follow.