Page 12 of Promise of Destruction
Maybe I’m wrong about my eating disorder assessment. Maybe she’s just got a fast metabolism or something. Her ribs peek out ever so lightly underneath her creamy skin, and yet when she turns and offers me a full view of her naked silhouette, I realize for the first time that she has an ass that puts her tits to shame.
Oh, the things that I will do to that ass.
I can’t wait to get my hands on her.
I only grow harder as she shakes her head and then stills, as if something has spooked her. In the mirror, her eyes catch motion as I shift outside, trying to relieve some of the pressure building in me.
I still just as quickly as she did and hold my breath, waiting to see if she turns to investigate. But she doesn’t.
Instead, she shakes her head like that will clear the sensation of being watched and strides closer, her eyes on the bathtub.
It’s a free-standing soaker type—the kind that women always ooh and ahh over when they use my bathroom to clean up. And yet, it’s close enough to the wall that when she goes to step in, she’s close enough that if the wall weren’t between us, I may be able to reach out and touch her.
The thought that she is so close that if she just looked up she would see me, sends another thrill through me. She doesn’t look up though. She steps into the tub and sinks below the water that’s been running, submerging her body up to her neck.
Soren stays that way for a while, allowing me a view of her body under the water while she closes her eyes, seemingly trying to clear her head. And I just watch her, willing myself to commit every detail of her to memory.
She’s fucking temptation itself, and my head is full of thoughts of letting myself into her house, watching her from close up, testing how deep of a sleeper she is. They’re vile thoughts, but I’m suddenly as much beast as man, ravenous for the woman on the other side of the glass.
I’m sure the water has run cold by the time she sits up, her breasts rising out of the water as she leans forward with her head in her hands. Frustration seems to be her entire persona as she leans over the side of the tub and grabs something off the ground.
I expect a glass of wine or her phone, maybe even a book. I don’t expect the neon pink vibrator that she brandishes, or forher to sink back in the water with her feet on either side of the tub, spreading her legs wide open. Whatever toy she has must be waterproof, because she dips it under the surface, right between her legs, and then throws her head back to soak in the pleasure, her lips parting so easily.
Her breasts break through the water again, and as she arches her back and tilts her hips, so does her pussy. I can’t see much, the way that she’s covering herself with the vibrator, but I can hear her well enough.
Fuck, she’sloud, gasping and moaning at first. Her sounds are the sweetest aphrodisiac I’ve ever known, and finally I can’t take it anymore.
I slide my zipper down and free my cock from my pants, wrapping my palm around it. I can hear the buzzing from her toy, a constant droning underneath the sounds of her soft cries.
“Yes,fuck.”
Her hips grind the air, seeking the friction of her vibrator, and I wrap my hand more firmly around the length of my shaft, focusing on the way her hips tilt back and forth, teasing herself, edging herself like she doesn’t want it to be over so soon.
I see why a moment later when she finds release, tipping her head back as a little scream works its way out of her throat. But she’s not done yet.
She moves the vibrator off of her for a moment, granting me full access to view her clit, swollen from all of the attention. It’s short-lived, because she goes promptly back for round two.
I’m absolutelythrobbing, ready to burst through the glass and just take her now. I’m finding my own release, but it feels hollow, paling in comparison to the thought of burying my cock inside that juicy ass or tasting that sweet pussy.
As she nears her second orgasm, she tilts her head to the side, her exhaustion creeping in despite the pattern her hips are cutting through the air.
I adjust my grip, preparing to shoot my load onto the patio where it will likely get washed away by rain before she ever steps foot out here.
Just as I feel the first rope of cum spurt out of me, she screams.
I brace a hand on the wall, her sound spurring the rest of my release to come on faster, harder. I squeeze my eyes shut to fend off the lightheadedness as I milk myself to completion, my breaths shuddering out of me from the magnitude of that climax.
I’m still trying to gather myself when suddenly her eyes lock on mine, shock forcing her mouth open for a deeper scream.
But it’s too late. Her second release is already upon her, and though she is clearly startled to see someone outside of her bathroom window, she rides it out until her bottom half collapses into the water, too exhausted to move.
By the time she gathers herself out of the water and wraps the robe around her to check on the window, I’m long gone.
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Soren
“Thankyouforcoming.”I tell Tony, sighing a mixture of relief that he’s there and frustration that I had to resort to this. “Really, you didn’t have to. I’m fine.”
