Page 59 of Play the Part

I cross my arms, uncross them, and then lean back on the counter.

Her t-shirt comes off next. The effect is as violent as a punch to the gut. Freckles pepper her shoulders and arms, and her black bra is see-through, the shadow of her hard nipples peeking through the fabric.

This is fucking torture.

But I don’t move from my spot as I watch her unbutton her jeans and slowly push them down her legs, revealing striped blue panties underneath.

I grow harder by the second, my cock pressing against my jeans. She’s so fucking beautiful, it’s almost painful to look at her. But I’d rather die a painful death than look away.

Memories of our one-night stand flash in my mind as she reaches for the back of her bra and unhooks it. Her hungry gaze studies me when she drops it next to her feet.

I realize this is the first time I’ll see her fully naked.

And I’m having a hard time keeping calm.

She doesn’t waste any more time after that. Hooking her thumbs under the sides of her panties, she pulls them down so they fall to her feet. The steam of the hot water rises behind her as she steps out of them.

Connie is now naked, standing in front of me.

She’s naked because of me.

Iamwitnessing a miracle today.

There’s a blush crawling up her chest and neck, and I wish I could press my palm against her skin so I can feel the heat seep into my veins. It’d keep me warm for lifetimes.

Breaking eye contact, she turns and steps into the shower. It’s open-concept, with tiles on the floor and walls with a glass panel dividing us.

I shift a few steps to the right to get a better view.

The music changes to something a little angstier. I consider skipping the song, but the ache it conjures up inside of me is just as addictive as the sight of her right now.

Facing away from the shower head, she closes her eyes and tilts her head. The water sluices down her hair and body as she drags both hands over her hair and down the back of her head.

She then lets one hand drift down her stomach, her eyes still closed. When her hand reaches the center of her legs, her mouth falls open, and I think I might lose my mind. My balls squeeze painfully, and my fingers grip the counter as I try to choke in an inhale.

Her lids flutter, finding my gaze through the glass.

I’m a fucking deer in headlights.

She steps toward the toy, her body now just a few breaths away from the jet of water. Her expression is serious but wanton when she faces me. Reaching around, her hand wraps around the silicone dildo. Although I don’t technically see her do it, I can picture it vividly. She bends over, and her gaze stays fixed, watching me through her eyelashes. Her breasts pull taut with the weight of gravity, water dripping down from her nipples.

Not being able to watch her from behind is a special kind of torture. I can only imagine her pussy stretching around the thick head of the toy. I do just that when I watch her lips part,the moan lost somewhere between the sound of the shower and music.

The edge I’m teetering over is excruciating, and I might be a masochist because the pleasure it gives me is just as intense.

She starts rocking back and forth, fucking herself on the dildo, and I consider crawling on my knees to have a better look. Her gaze is pure fire. Visual adrenaline, the flames burning me raw.

While one of her hands claws at the wall beside her, the other finds its way back to her clit.

“Fuck,” she moans just loud enough for me to hear, closing her eyes with the pleasure she’s giving herself.

With the sound of her voice, I can’t bear being this far away any longer. Not when her eyes fly back open and something in her devouring gaze tells me she’s close to coming. I push off the counter and stalk toward the shower just as her rhythm picks up. Her moans rise higher and higher in volume as her tits bounce with the fast-paced movement. An unexpected wave of pleasure barrels through my body, and I shakily exhale before my hand wraps around the edge of the glass pane, my eyes locked on hers.

I watch the orgasm possess her, her eyes squeeze shut in ecstasy, and I wonder if I’m about to come too just by watching her.

Her eyes snap back open. She surprises me by quickly straightening up and gripping my coat, pulling me into the shower.

Her lips are warm when they find mine.

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