It's been quite awhile since my last submission. This installment follows Unforgettable 1 and 2. If you want to know how the characters got here, read those. Otherwise, this installment is fairly stand-alone without much history built in. I invite constructive feedback/criticism so please feel free to comment and let me know how I can make things better!
Thanks for reading!
Being in an open shower, without a shower curtain or door was a different experience. It felt decadent. Sinful. Thanks to the multiple fixtures, the water pounded my body from all directions, loosening muscles and relaxing me more than should have been possible, considering my already relaxed state after the session with Malik. Wrapped in steam, I covered myself in body wash, the light outdoorsy scent filling the air as I played with the bubbles, increasing the lather. Running the cloth across me, I turned to face the vanity mirrors, watching my hands move over my still hypersensitive body. The sight was erotic.
Leaning back against the tiles, eyes on the action in the mirror, I skimmed my fingers down my body, letting my arousal take over. It's a tantalizing sight to behold, to watch yourself as if someone else were watching. Seeing what they see-the curves and dips and valleys.
Squeezing my breasts together and letting them go, the suds washed down between the valley to my stomach, dipping into my navel and then caressed a straight line to my lips below. With fingers grasping my nipples, pinching and pulling, tingling sensations rushed through my body. The bubbles provided a different, slicker surface for my fingers as they slid off my breasts and down my stomach, circling my abdomen, slowly caressing. With one leg on the shower ledge, I dipped my fingers down past my stomach, stroking the top of my thighs, before sliding them across my heated lips. Back and forth, from top to bottom, then back again.
The moans escaping me sounded different, sexier, echoing around the large room. Hearing how loud it sounded made me wonder what the rest of the house heard just a few minutes ago. Oh well. They would likely be doing their own thing soon enough so I wasn't worried. For now, it was all about the view in the mirror. And the sensations my touch was generating.
A movement from the doorway caught my eye. Seeing Malik there, I couldn't help but grin to myself. This was perfect. He had no idea what was coming.
"Mmmm. I was just thinking about you, baby. Do you like what you see?"
The question caught him off-guard, as it seemed he couldn't resist watching in fascination as my fingers traced my body, dipping into crevices, tracing through lather to parts he wanted. Sliding my fingers further between my legs, dipping inside, swirling them in place, I asked him again if he liked what he saw. This time, his eyes met mine, full of lust.
"You enjoy torturing me, don't you? Driving me crazy with your hot, wet body and all the teasing? I just had you and already want you again but I want to watch you get off. Watching you now, your fingers touching you all over, I can't help but wish my fingers could follow them. Or maybe I'd use my tongue. But for now, don't stop what you're doing."
As he spoke, his eyes went back to the path my hands were tracing. Which meant greedily watching my fingers sliding in and out, through the slick dampness between legs as my hips moved in synchrony as if that was the only purpose they had. While riding my first two fingers, I let my thumb tease my clit and the other hand lazily drew circles in the bubbles up to my breasts, arousing me but tempting him.
I really had to be careful here. I wanted to entice Malik, push him further into lust but not so far that he lost his head. If that happened, we wouldn't be joining the group for the evening. What was I thinking? That perhaps I could tempt him, tease him, while I got off and maybe talk him into getting off with me. It's such a turn on to watch a guy get off on watching me cum.
"What makes you think I enjoy torturing you? Does it have anything to do with me standing here naked in front of you, covered in bubbles, surrounded by steam? Or is it what my hands are doing?"
He visibly swallowed before answering, "All of the above."
Circling my breasts in an ever tightening circle until I wound up at the tight peaked center, I pinched and tweaked my nipples, pulling them and releasing and unable to stop the breathless moans. It felt so good.
"So you like watching me? This is what thinking of you does to me. Makes me hot and wet. But it seems there's a tiny problem, Malik."
His eyes met mine with a questioning glance.
