Page 32 of Blazing Desires
My thoughts drift to the beautiful man on the other side of the doors. The thought of him in my shower this morning with nothing on comes to me, and I picture water pounding into his skin and running in rivulets down the contours of his muscled frame.
I imagine watching one trail from the base of his throat all the way down his chest until I’m envisioning what he hides below his pants. I’m generous as I imagine his thick, hard cock between his legs.
Fuck, I shouldn’t be thinking about him like that.
I remove my hands from my body. I was so lost in my thoughts I hadn’t noticed I’d closed my eyes or that my hands had been skimming over my torso in teasing strokes. I blow out a breath and try to forget about the throbbing need between my legs.
I wander back over to my bath and sit on the edge, watching the water swirl and create mountains of bubbles. When it gets to the perfect level, I turn the water off and grab a hair clip, wrapping my auburn curls around until a bun forms and securing it in place. I strip off my clothes and step into the milky warm water filled with bubbles. I sink below the surface until I’m lying in the tub, and it’s like I’m being hugged by the warmest of blankets.
I moan at the pleasure and close my eyes. The only light in the room is from the sun barely peeking over the horizon and the soft, warm glow of the two dim sconces above the mirror. It’s cosy in here and as I relax, I let the day play out in my head to relive it. It’s one of the nicest days I’ve had in a long time. I’m content even though I shouldn’t be.
I replay all the laughing we have done today, all the different smiles we shared, all the places our bodies touched. The throbbing between my thighs comes back with a vengeance.
I want him so fucking bad.
I trail my fingers over my thighs and up my stomach, around the heavy swell of my breasts, tracing the stiffening peaks of my nipples, my touch light enough to nearly tickle. Another moan slips out, and I bite my bottom lip to stop it from being too loud. I can’t risk Blaze hearing me.
I roll my nipples between my fingers as I imagine him in the shower, his large fist closing over his hard length as he pumps it languidly. I imagine his thumb swirls the pre-cum over the tip as I place one hand over my swollen clit.
I draw in a ragged breath at the touch, finally feeling some relief as I work myself in time with him. I dream of him increasing his pace as he chases his release. One hand is pressed to the shower wall as the other moves over his cock. He moans my name and I feel my orgasm building, I hold my breath and work myself faster while pinching, rolling, and pulling at my rock-hard nipples.
He comes hard and long, and I tip over with him. Stars dance behind my eyes and I drag in a lungful of air as I try to catch my breath. I’ve never come that hard before in my life and my limbs are weightless.
Shit, that was so fucking good.
I place a hand on my hammering heart and wait for it to slow, closing my eyes as I come down from my release. It’s left me tired and ready to fall asleep.
Ibolt up in the lukewarm water to the sound of banging on the door, water sloshing dangerously close to the lip of the tub.
“DAVINA! If you don’t answer me in the next two seconds I’m coming in!”
It takes me a moment to comprehend that it’s Blaze on the other side of the door. The impromptu nap I must have taken post-orgasm has left me disoriented.
“One! Tw-”
“I’m okay!” I shout in a panic, not wanting him to barge in.
“Thank fuck!” I hear the relief in his voice at hearing mine.
How long was I asleep?
The sun is now fully set, and the temperature of the bath indicates I slept longer than I realise. I pull the plug and get out, my skin wrinkled from being immersed for so long. I grab my fluffy dressing gown from the towel radiator and wrap it around myself, pulling the strings tight.
“Open the door, Davina.”
My eyes snap to the door. I thought he would have walked away after hearing my voice, and that makes me laugh. He’s never not checked on me after he thought something’s happened. I pad over and flip the lock, pulling the door open to find him on the other side.
He has both palms gripping the doorframe as he leans into my space. His eyes travel from the top of my head to the pink nail polish on my toes and back to my eyes, his expression amix of want and frustration. I’m immediately back to not being sated, as if I haven’t already come at the thought of him.
“Blaze,” I whisper.
“What the fuck happened? You were in there for ages, and you didn’t answer me. Why didn’t you answer me, Davina?” His voice is a low growl as he brings his face closer to mine.
“I, I was?—”
He tilts his head, waiting for my explanation. It should terrify me, but it only makes me want him more.
“I fell asleep,” I admit sheepishly.
