Page 11 of Dance in the Light
Old houses were funny. I knew that from being an architect at the New York firm of Hunter-James. This one was no exception, considering getting hot water required twisting the faucets just so a certain way.
When satisfied with the temperature, I stepped in. Ah, yes, the water caressed my skin. Although I could think of a pair of big hands I’d prefer caressing me instead. Yes, Ryan had invaded my fantasies all week. And that’s where he’d stay because I couldn’t be with a married man again.
I soaped up my hands and reached down, fingering through my folds. No one suspected I’d lusted after Ryan in high school, but he’d become the man I thought about as an adult while pleasing myself.
I bit my lip, picturing him in the shower here with me. His body would tower over and around me, while I’d invite him to make every dirty fantasy of his with me come true.
The chase for my release came fast and furious. I gulped for air, thinking about him, and gah—dying to know the size of his cock. I was almost there, relieving my clit of the pressure it’d built up since seeing Ryan again last week.
“Yes, Ryan, yes,” I yelped, alone in the house uninhibited me. Until an awful noise came from the pipes and distracted me away from my personal mission.
Suddenly, the wall above the shower head burst allover me. Water sprayed everywhere, invading my eyes.
I screamed as I scrambled to get out of there, but tripped on the edge of the tub, sending me falling face first to the old tile floor—except powerful arms caught me, bringing me upright and tight against him.
“Ryan?” I wiped my eyes enough against his t-shirt to make out his face. “What are you doing here?”
He growled and lifted a hand and wiped away the hair across my forehead. His lust-raged eyes moved down to the tops of my breasts, heaving tight against his chest—then back to my lips.
“Saving your ass again,” his voice rasped, silky and dark.
The water continued spraying everywhere, drenching us, but neither of us moved. Trapped there, I squeezed my thighs tighter, seeking relief even more now with him lusting after me. I sucked my bottom lip, desiring him, tilting my head, inviting his lips.
“Don’t fucking do that,” he groaned. “Not unless you want me to lose control with you.”
I bit my lip harder, drawing blood like a little brat, and he lost it. His lips crushed on mine in a searing kiss that set my heart racing.
I welcomed their rough advance. His full lips fit with mine perfectly, and a hint of my blood worked into my mouth.
I wrapped my arms around his neck, equally taking part in what was happening, splitting his lips with my tongue and making myself well-acquainted with Ryan again.
He’d warned me, and he lost control, picking me up and sitting me on the wet vanity top. This was nothing like prom nightwhere he hardly got to first base. We were adults now and doing adult things, and I could handle this.
His lips grazed down my neck, sucking on a nipple, one at a time, flicking them with his tongue. He growled when my fingers threaded through his hair.
Further down he went, kissing along my wet skin, landing between my legs. I spread wide for him, without a care for the water spraying and damage all around us.
“Ah. Yes, Ryan, right there,” I cried out when his tongue explored through my folds, finding my nub hard and ready for him.
“Fuck, Cynthia, you taste like honey.”
I finally wanted this, everything with him, maybe even forever—Oh crap, what about Trudy? What about Rose?
His fingers found my opening, ready to plunge in, and God, I wanted nothing more than to ride his fingers and chase my orgasm, but I pushed his hand away, coming to my senses.
“Wait.”
“Okay, whatever you need. I can suck you all night.” His tongue never let up.
“No, I mean stop. I can’t do this again.” Breathless, I pushed against him. His face registered all kinds of confusion as he lifted up.
“Again? What are you talking about? This is our first fucking time.”
“No… I can’t dothisagain. I’m a married man magnet.”
“What? I’m not married.”
“Ugh. But you’re engaged. I’m done with all men.” I shoved off from him and ran across the hall, slamming the door shut. The rising bile of regrets almost choked me as I stood dripping on the floor in the middle of my room.
