Page 11 of If I Had More Time

“I’m well aware of how good I fuck you, love, but we’re doing more than that this year. I got some things in mind and a date planned. Now, shower so we can at least share a meal together.”

She kissed the back of her teeth but followed my orders. Stepping in behind her, I reached for the washcloth and lathered it up before gliding it across her body. I covered her entire frame with suds then took a seat on the shower bench. They trailed down her canvas making my dick harder than it already was. Beautiful women were aesthetically pleasing to the eye.

The tattoo that ran down the middle of her spine, the birthmark on the top of her right shoulder, and the back piercing that housed a small diamond in each dimple always gained my attention first. Everything about her backside drew me in within seconds and it was getting harder and harder to control myself.

As she turned around, her focus shifted to my shaft. My erection could never go unnoticed. My dick was too big to do so.

“Why don’t you just fuck me already and stop torturing yourself? It’s clear you miss me,” she assumed.

A low chuckle rumbled in my chest. She was so sure of herself, but I couldn’t fault her for it. Her confidence was exactly where it was supposed to be. Taking her in from head to toe, I could feel the sense of want from her. She wanted me in her guts, and I would be more than once before the day was over. All she had to do was be patient.

“Torture is a strong word. I’m at peace, Simone, and the view is a nice one. Pinning you to the wall will come. Don’t rush it,” I replied.

“A meal and dick right after. That’s all the compromise I have in me.”

“That’s all the compromise I need.”

Standing, I joined her underneath the warm water and proceeded to soak her body once more. The physical contact was very present with her frame pinned against mine. My hands roamed her entire being, stopping at her center. The heat from her box brought a smirk to my face. Simone was purring uncontrollably for me. I couldn’t deny how good that made me feel.

That meal was more for me to gain composure than to gain a feeling of being full. This woman didn’t have to do much because her sex was more than satisfying. All I needed was a fuckin’ minute outside this room, and I could manage my thoughts better.

“This shower, is it pleasing or do you need another one?” I questioned already knowing the answer.

“Do you have to ask?” She was back on her knees giving me a view I very much liked of her. The man in me just couldn’t get over her being so damn submissive.

Stroking my wood, her gaze locked in on it. I smirked knowing how much this turned her on. Her moans filled the room as I exuded my bodily fluids. From her face on down, she was drenched in a coat of piss. A golden damn shower and she enjoyed every second of it. It was quite disgusting in my book. Her eyes shone brightly as she eyed me. This was a highlight of her day.

“You so goddamn nasty with this shit,” I chimed shaking my head while still wearing a smirk. It was far from a compliment.

“Ain’t that what you like about me?” She was on her feet cleaning herself shortly after.

“Hurry up then get dressed. We got somewhere to be.”

Turning around, those hazel eyes looked up at me with confusion. “Wait, what? You really not going to fuck me?”

“This is my anniversary and you’re a gift, love. I can do whatever I damn well please and what I want to do is enjoy aquick meal. You’ll get fucked when I’m ready. Is that okay with you?” I was firm with my words but not to the point of scaring her.

Simone had a few things confused. She was an anniversary gift that came with a time limit. Once the clock was up, she would be another faded memory. We fucked for umpteen hours last year and that entire experience was too intimate for my liking. I shared moments like that with my wife, not temps. She would never get that from me again.

“When exactly is that, Tristan? We only have until the morning to enjoy one another.”

“This isn’t a fuckathon, it’smyanniversary. What isn’t clicking, love? We about to go eat, and then I’ll dick you down afterward. Was that not the compromise?”

She dropped her head and nodded slowly. A finger was under her chin bringing her gaze back up to mine. She was a beautiful woman, but she was not mine. Catering to her needs was not what this was about.

“Wash up and get dressed. Aight?”

“Alright,” she whispered.

Silence swarmed us as she turned back around and followed my commands. She was a good listener, but she was too obsessed with sitting on my dick. I preferred that obsession from my wife only. She would be enjoyed then forgotten once the sun rose.

Naomi

“You smell nice, Alex. Who are you wearing?” I gave him the compliments he deserved. He smelled as good as he looked so why not let it be known. I wasn’t a jealous woman, either, so if Tristan received the same kind of compliments, I would simply pat myself on the back. I purchased his colognes because they were ones I found alluring. He respected my judgment.

“YSL Myself. Simone bought it for me. She likes the scent Tristan wears. She was excited to know we were paired with you again so she could get the name from him,” he responded, not knowing he was making the decision of this being their last encounter with the Malores that much easier.

Simone wanted my husband, and I picked up on it quickly. Tristan knew how to absorb another person’s attention without trying. I was sure Simone was one of those that fell for him without realizing that was just his aura. He was a dominant man and a sexy one at that. However, it was me tatted on that man several times over. Our union was too strong to be broken by agift.

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