Page 65 of Call Me Sir

Peeling away the covers for me, he helps me stand and leads me to the bathroom.

Flicking on the light, he helps me to sit on the toilet seat cover and starts the shower.

Grabbing a rag, he sets it in the sink and fills it. After a moment he hands me the warm rag.

“For your face.”

I’m skeptical as I’m about to get in the shower. I do as he says, though, and am pleased by the warmth of it on my skin.

When I pull it away, my mouth and throat clamp closed as he’s stripped himself down to his boxers. The rag is pulled from my hands and he begins helping me strip by pulling the shirt over my head.

Once he’s helped me to my feet he tugs my boxers down and they fall to my feet.

It’d be weird except he’s so gentle. I’m walked to the water, told to feel if the temperature is okay, then helped to step in.

I’m being a baby. I’d probably be fine without it… however, I love it.

The water is incredible against my skin.

I peel my eyes open to watch him pump soap into his hand, lather it, then apply it to my hair. I let him massage my scalp and listen when he tells me to lean forward to rinse it out.

It’s stupid but I can’t help the audible sigh that leaves my lips.

Occasionally his arm lassos around my waist to stabilize me.

Rubbing the water from my eyes, I greedily take in the site of him lathering his hands then scrubbing my body.

Sal takes his time roaming my skin. A shuddered breath escapes me the closer he gets to my dick.

“Touch me,” I order.

Sal shakes his head.

“Please.”

Dark eyes flicker up to meet mine.

“Unless you don’t want to.” Why is he stopping himself now?

“Of course I want to,” he hisses.

“Then do it.”

Sucking on his bottom lip, he lets out a heavy sigh.

I’m ready to tell him not to, until he inches closer to me.

His hands move in rotating motions around my thighs, from the outside to the inside and grip them.

I throw my head back as my dick goes from a semi to fully erect. Just him touching my body made me hard. The possibility of more drives me wild.

To my surprise, he strokes my dick from the base to the tip.

“Ohhh.”

How can his touch do this to me? The loss I felt before evaporates and I’m filling with only the desire to get wrecked by him.

“That’s right, baby. Moan for me.”

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