Page 110 of Blood Day
I arched a brow, curious as to what she intended.
She squirted a healthy amount of body wash into her palm, set the bottle down, and rubbed her hands together. “I want to touch you without the sponge.”
My lips curled at her attempt to be in charge. Unfortunately, her tone made it sound more like a question than a statement.
However, it was a good start to her showing some sexual independence.
So I provided the confirmation she needed to continue. “Proceed.”
Her shoulders fell, some of the tension seeming to leave her as she approached me.
I kept my arms loose at my sides, my focus on reading her facial cues. Determination etched a stern line into her forehead, her lips pursed and her gaze intent.
I half expected her to grab my dick and demand that I let her prove her worth.
But she pressed her palms to my abdomen instead, her touch warm as she began to lather the soap against myskin. She carefully cleansed below my belly button before venturing higher along my rib cage and up to my chest.
She was precise and methodical, ensuring that not an inch of the front of my torso was untouched—except for the area leading to my groin. “Rinse,” she said as she went back for more soap.
I almost told her to go down and finish the front but decided to obey instead. Perhaps she didn’t trust herself to touch me there again.
Or maybe she thought she wasn’t allowed after I’d denied her request to suck me off.
I’d wait to see what she did next before I commented.
Once I finished rinsing my front, she began on my back. Then she worked on my sides again, followed by my arms.
My ass and cock were both left untouched.
Either she was trying to tease me, or she didn’t fully grasp the concept of this game. I didn’t mind her exploring; I just didn’t want her to focus on my pleasure.
She watched as I rinsed off once more, showing no signs of going for the soap again.
“Are you finished?” I finally asked when she didn’t speak or move for a solid sixty seconds.
“I…” She swallowed, her brow coming down. “Am I allowed to…?”
“You’ll have to finish that question before I can answer it,” I replied.
She frowned, her gaze dropping to my groin. “You don’t want me to please you.”
“Oh, I very much want you to please me,” I corrected her. “But this isn’t about me, Lily. What doyouwant?”
“To please you,” she said without missing a beat.
Of course she would say that. It was exactly the sort ofstatement her previous instructors would have told her to use.
“How about you start by finishing what you started with the soap,” I suggested instead. Because I knew she wanted to touch me. She just didn’t understand how to voice that interest.
By the time we stepped out of this shower, she would better comprehend my expectations.
She studied me for a moment, then bent to grab the sponge. “I thought you preferred your hands?” I murmured, aware that I was taunting her. But she needed the subtle push.
Lily remained in her position for a beat, providing me with an amazing view of her shapely ass and a peek at her intimate flesh. It made me want to go to my knees and taste her. However, we had a game to finish.
She slowly stood up again, the action almost sensual, and stepped over to the soap. I admired her body as she leaned down once more, loving the graceful way she moved. She didn’t seem to be aware of it at all, her mind too busy calculating how best to respond to me and this situation.
If she would only look into my eyes, she’d know exactly what I desired.
