Page 28 of Doll Face

“Here, have some wine.” She hands me my glass, and I take a small sip. It’s delicious and exactly what I need right now.

“I thought we could order in some food, maybe something Thai or Indian? I know those are your favorites.” She smiles.

“I would love that,” I say with a groan.

“Is it okay if I go wash this makeup off in the shower?” she asks.

“Yes, there should be everything you need in there, and I can watch from here.” I smile looking at the shower that’s only a few feet away from the bathtub.

“Oh. that might be too distracting for you.” She bites down on her bottom lip and winks.

“I hope it is.”

Kenzie starts stripping out of her clothes, dropping her sweatshirt and sweatpants to the floor. A lingerie bodysuit remains, and my jaw drops. It highlights all of her curves, and her breasts are spilling out perfectly. I clench my thighs together in the water and groan at how beautiful and desirable my girlfriend is.

“Wow,” I say aloud.

“Oh, this has to go back.” She sighs.

“Well, you’re going to buy one the second it becomes available because it’s sexy as hell.”

“Yes, ma’am.” She laughs.

She takes the bodysuit off too, and hops in the shower. The water runs hot and begins steaming up the bathroom. It’s enough to make me feel some type of way while looking at my delicious girlfriend in the shower. I don’t know if it’s for me but she parts her thighs and touches herself, giving me a show through the glass door. She stops to lather up her breasts and play with herself just a little. Just enough to tease me.

I slide a hand down my stomach and to my core, flicking my clit with a finger, just to relieve some of this ache. I can’t tell how wet I am due to the bath, but fuck, I’m turned on. Then, Kenzie locks eyes with me and begins to moan. A light gasp escapes my lips, and I’m no longer lingering on my clit, I’m full-on touching myself now. I need a release that only she can provide.

“Don’t be a tease!” I call out to Kenzie, and she laughs. Throwing her head back in the water, she looks like a supermodel. I know that’s what she does, but fuck, to see her so natural and sexy does something to me. I pump two fingers in and out of my pussy. It’s begging to be touched, and all I want is to come for her.

Kenzie opens the shower door, just enough so I can see her run her hands down her stomach and to her pussy. She parts herself open and begins playing with her swollen clit. She’s enjoying this just as much as I am. This is exactly the release I need after the day I had.

“I want you to moan for me, princess,” she commands, and I do. Pumping my hand even harder against myself, I gasp and moan for her.

“Oh, fuck!” I call out and brush my thumb over my swollen sex. I’m so close and I need this.

“You can do it, princess. Come for me.” She’s playing with herself while water and soap drips from her wet body. She’s a fucking sight to see.

“Oh, Kenzie,” I call out one last time, and I’m seeing stars. I feel a release, and I’m thrashing in the water, losing all control of my legs as the orgasm rushes through me.

“Fuck.” I peel my eyes open to see Kenzie coming from her own orgasm—which is equally as sexy. I push the stopper for the tub and rise, deciding to join her in the shower to rinse off. But in all honesty, I just want to touch her.

Our lips meet, crashing into each other’s, and we’re struggling to pull apart. That is, until the water runs cold. Then we both rinse, dry off with fluffy towels, and head for my room. We both climb into bed—naked—and cuddle under the covers.

I pull out my brush from my nightstand, and Kenzie takes it from me. I thought she was going to borrow it and brush her own hair. Without saying a word, she begins running it through my blonde locks. It feels magical and intimate; I’ve never had someone I love brush my hair for me—aside from my mother. But this is different. Kenzie doesn’t have to. She wants to.

“I love the way that feels.” I sigh, leaning into her.

“I love you.” She tilts forward and presses her lips to my shoulder.

“I love you too.” I smile. “Let’s order some food.”

“Okay. Let me grab my phone.” She stands and heads for her bag that’s across the room. Picking up her phone, she sighs and then starts typing.

“What do you want, Barbie?” I rattle off my usual order and tell her the name of the place nearby, then she calls in an order for us.

Twenty minutes later, we’re deep in butter chicken and naan in my bed. I’m putting on some shitty rom-com that neither of us are really paying attention to while we eat. I know she’s patiently waiting to ask me about what happened at work today, so I wait until we finish our dinner and then sigh. Kenzie’s phone rings a few times until she finally puts it on vibrate, insisting she doesn’t need to pick it up.

“Ready to talk about it?” she asks.

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