She stands and turns around to face me. Her cheeks are flushed, and she’s breathing heavily. “Where are you going?” Madisyn asks.
“Out of the shower,” I command.
I don’t answer her question. She will obey me like she’s promised and be rewarded for her submission.
I slide open the shower door and step out, grabbing a towel and tossing it to her to dry off. I grab one for myself and am quick to wipe down the beads of water coating my skin.
I’m rock hard, and she doesn’t fail to notice my desire.
I give her seconds to dry off before I open the door to the bedroom. “Follow me.”
She runs the towel over her body. Her hair is dripping wet, and she removes the towel long enough to try to catch some of the water droplets from her curls.
I’m pleased that she isn’t fighting me and is doing as I instruct. It’s rare to find such a precious gem.
“Climb on the mattress, on your back.”
She drops the towel to the floor and does as I say.
My towel joins hers in a heap as I close the distance between us.
“Touch yourself,” I say, staring into her dark brown eyes.
“What?” her voice squeaks. There’s trepidation behind her gaze.
I stalk closer, climbing onto the mattress on all fours. I don’t touch her, just hover above. “I want to watch you pleasure yourself.”
Her tongue darts out and swipes across her top lip. “I’ve never—”
“I don’t believe you.”
“You didn’t let me finish,” she says. The blush from earlier has spread across her cheeks and neck. “I’ve never done that in front of anyone,” she says.
“Good,” I say and smirk. “I get to be your first.”
Pride rises through me. “I’ll even let you come if you can bring yourself to do so in front of me.”
She rolls her lips together and lets out a nervous laugh. Her fingers trail down between her thighs. She begins to rub along her slit and up to her clit.
I can smell her arousal, and I want to taste her, devour her, and feel her crumble against my lips. But I make her wait, and it only makes my cock throb harder.
“Tell me what you’re doing,” I say.
Her voice is hardly above a whisper, and her eyes have shut.
“Touching myself.”
“Look at me,” I command.
Her eyes lazily open, and her breathing deepens as her fingers glide against her pussy lips. “That’s my girl,” I say, proud.
I shift down on the bed, watching her ministrations as her pearl swells and she teases the bead.
Her head dips back, and her back arches off the mattress as I fill her.
She leans up, capturing my lips, pushing her tongue inside my mouth, hungry for more.
I want to give her everything, all of me.
Her insides clench onto my cock, trembling and spasming.
“Come for me,” I rasp against her lips.