Page 23 of Restorations

A body mine misses.

I want to touch her.

She watches me as she rinses off, but she doesn’t say anything. My eyes are glued to her movements as she grabs a purple poufy thing, applying some girly pink shit to it and lathering it up, washing her entire body slowly. She bends down, washing her feet and calves, her hands moving up to her thighs, caressing between them, slowly stripping away my willpower with each caress.

She slides over her flat stomach and up to her breasts, and I can’t take it anymore, letting out a low groan as I watch the water rain over her body, washing the bubbles away. I grab the collar of my shirt behind my neck, yanking it off and letting it drop to the floor.

She pauses now, watching me as I kick my shoes and socks off before unbuttoning my jeans. She’s already gnawing on that fucking puffy bottom lip of hers.

Be smart Asher.

I push my jeans down with my briefs, kicking them away, but not moving away from the door. She looks over at me curiously but still doesn’t say a word as we stand locked in a naked standoff with my cock standing at full attention.

I can’t touch her.

That’s too dangerous.

My voice is full of gravel, and my body stays deadly still. She watches me, also completely unmoving.

But she breaks first, pushing the glass door open so I can hear her. “Aren’t you going to join me?”

A slow shake of my head answers her. “You said you can finish yourself.” Her eyes widen slightly, but I don’t falter. “So, do it.”

I notice the tremor in her hands and the rise and fall of her tits as she takes a deep breath. “We’re back to the no touching?”

I nod my head, unable to remove my eyes from her body, imploring her to touch herself while I watch.

Her voice is raspy. “At least join me.”

I shouldn’t. I know I shouldn’t. The shower stall is large, but it’s notthatfucking large. I don’t argue with her request and walk to the shower, walking through the door and pulling it closed behind me, standing a foot away from her naked, wet body.

I can feel my hands twitching at my side as they fight to reach out for her, but I don’t give in. I nod to the built-in bench seat in the shower. “Sit.”

She gulps at my command but follows my direction as she takes a seat facing me, and I turn away from her letting the water run over my face, trying to keep my wits about me. I let my palm rest on the shower wall leaning my head forward and fighting every impulse I have to rush over to her, lift her up, and fuck the hell out of her.

“Asher.” I hear the whisper and turn to see her on the bench, her back against the glass with her legs spread only a little bit. Her hands move over her breasts and up to her neck.

“Hands to ourselves.” My voice has an edge to it, demanding she follow the rules.

She nods her head as one hand drops from her neck and over her right breast. My cock jumps as I watch her pinch her nipple between her thumb and finger, her head tilting back and further exposing the marks from my mouth on her neck.

“Christ,” I gasp as her head leans down again, her eyes trained on my cock.

“You aren’t moving your hand.”

I’m so fucking hard I couldn’t stop myself now if I tried. I have only one goal now and that’s getting off. I grab the body wash and pour some into my hand, rubbing them together as she watches me.

I start at my chest, lathering up, transfixed on her as she watches me, her hand sliding over her stomach, biting her bottom lip.

I fist my cock, seeing her hand disappear between her thighs and sliding down. “Are you wet for me, Viv?”

“Mmmm . . . yes.” Her head nods once before she lets her head fall back, her fingers working over her clit. I slide my hand over the length of my cock, utterly fascinated by the sight of her on the bench, her legs parting further.

I watch as she brings her free hand to her breast, squeezing and getting lost in the ecstasy of it all. My own body tenses with the buildup, her soft whimpers and moans already threatening me over the edge.

I want to finish inside of her. It takes everything inside me to keep my feet planted where I stand under the water as my hand continues to jerk my cock swiftly, just needing this to end.

Needing the burst of pleasure only she can create inside me but knowing that she also causes me more pain than anyone else.

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