Page 15 of Sinister Devotion

When I'm satisfied that she is satisfied, I move away from her pussy. Normally, I'd push up her shirt to reveal those perky tits, exposing nipples to suck on as I pull my cock out to punish her for making me want to break my streak of abstinence. I want to demolish her pussy in a way that makes us both believe it belongs to me.

Restraint returns to coax reason into taking over. I kiss Claire gently on the lips, tasting the sweet cinnamon sugar flavor of the comfort food I made for her.

"Good night, Claire," I tell her with another chaste kiss.

"Wait, aren't you going to spend the night, Julian?" she asks with so much worry and fear in her eyes.

"Things will change too much between us if I do. Crossing that line, Claire? There's no turning back. There are things about me, things you don't know which will make you look at me differently. I don't think I'm ready for you to look at me like that."

I kiss her on the forehead before I back away, my erection dying and Claire's heart breaking for making her go to bed alone.

7

CLAIRE

The way Julian makes me feel has my entire body pleading for release. I need something to make this energy go away. My breasts are tight and my pussy begs for his touch. I push myself off the bed, opting to take a shower with the hope of washing away my lust.

The bathroom is magnificent with beige and white stone tiled floors. The large white oak vanity with a mirror that shows the redness in my face and the puffiness of my eyes. I take off my long shirt, staring at my body in the mirror, and wonder if it will fill out more. My breasts are too small. My body doesn't have anywhere near the number of curves that Bonnie and Fiona have as older women.

Still, if Julian's attracted to me, I have to be okay with the way I look, right?

I don't want to cry again. I hop into the massive shower with its rainfall shower head and body jets. There's one attached to a hose I like to use when washing my hair, but the way Julian has my body in need, my imagination takes over. I pull the steel shower head out of its holder and adjust the nozzle. There's a setting that spurts out water at a furious pace, like it's trying to send a Morse Code signal. That one feels amazing on my scalp, but I wonder what it would feel like, down there. The bench against the shower wall lets me use the space as a sauna too, but for what I'm about to try, it's perfect.

I adjust the temperature and sit down, with one foot on the bench and the other planted on the floor. There's enough steam in the bathroom by now to hide my reflection, shielding me from the embarrassment of having to relieve myself.

The water strikes my stomach hard, but I gradually lower the powerful stream until it shoots against the lips of my pussy. My heart races and nipples harden as I lower my other hand to spread them and let the water tickle the inside of my folds. However, there's nothing funny about the sensations racking my body.

My breathing comes harder, faster. My hips begin moving as I imagine Julian between my legs again. The water hits so many nerve endings at once, my entire body clenches on the brink of release. I can't stop the moans of pleasure, the cries of my yearning. The pressure against my clit dares me to move the shower head a bit lower to hit my entrance as well.

I can feel the pressure traveling from my pussy to my stomach and up to my eyes. I close them as I finally feel the sweet release of my climax. My clit pulsates and my walls throb. The release is adequate, but it's nothing compared to what I feel when Julian has his fingers inside me.

It's the longest shower I've ever taken. One climax after another has me clutching the shower bench, hunching over the shower head as I'm now standing to reach the proper angle. The only thing that snatches me out of my orgasmic trance is the small clearing of steam giving me the horrific sight of my stance in the mirror.

I screech, dropping the shower head that sprays around the bathroom in all directions before I hit the faucet controls to turn it off.

"Claire?" Julian's voice calls out from outside the bathroom. "Are you okay?"

My heart lurches before sinking to the pit of my stomach. I wonder how much he heard.

"I'm fine," I call out. "I, uh, slipped on some shampoo and scared myself."

"You sure you're okay?" he asks.

"Yes, I'm fine. I'll be out in a second." I tell him and decide the best thing for me to do is go to bed. It doesn't take long for me to get out of the shower and step out of the bathroom.

However, the last thing I expect is for Julian to still be in my room. He eyes me from head to toe, before returning his gaze to the window. The towel wrapping around me does little to shield my body from his piercing gaze.

"I told you I was fine," I say, walking past him toward my closet where I let my towel drop to slip on a different t-shirt.

He grunts, but when I glance in his direction, he turns his gaze back toward the window. There's nothing interesting about the freshly trimmed lawns of Blackwell Manor. His voice cuts into my thoughts. "I just wanted to be sure. You sounded like you were in distress."

"Don't worry. No one's in here trying to kidnap me or anything. I'm going back to bed, so unless you want to join me…" I let my voice drift before gesturing for him to leave. He's hellbent on not following through with whatever this thing is between us.

"Don't be that way, Claire. You have no idea what you're asking for."

"What am I asking for, Julian? Seriously, tell me."

Before I can say anything else, Julian crosses the room. I back into the frame of my closet door, waiting for him to touch me, to bring me to the climax I chased during my shower.

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