Page 40 of My Never
I swallow hard. Being a little late doesn’t sound so bad. I shake my head. No, we may have started something last night, but I’m not going to have sex with him right now. It’s definitely going to happen, just not today.
I hear him turn on the shower, and the toilet flushes. I brush my wet hair for a second letting my curiosity simmer underneath the surface of how he looks in there with all that water running down his shoulders. Welp, here’s to being bold. He did invite me in there to get ready. I walk over to the doorway with my cosmetic bag and lean against the frame to enjoy the side view peeking through the glass shower door. He’s a fucking work of art. I must’ve made a little noise because he turns his head toward me and smiles like he just won a trophy.
“Like what you see?”
I clear my throat and nod, speechless. I can’t believe I had my hands and mouth all over all of that hard muscle last night. My eyes follow the rivulets of water as he turns just enough for me to get a peek of his abs and that dark line of hair dustingtoward his… holy cow… How did that fit in my mouth last night? I mean it’s not monstrous or scary, it’s just a lot larger than what I’ve been accustomed to. Eric was on the very much average side of length and girth. Mark is more. Mark’s cock is magnificent. Okay… I’m rambling in my own head now.Shit. Damn… Shit, damn, fuck. Get it together!The war on my face must be spectacular because his sexy, low chuckle has me shifting toward the mirror in embarrassment.
I open my bag and pull out my cosmetics, intent on getting to work, but his eyes and smile catch my attention in the mirror.
“I don’t mind if you see me. I’m not shy. In fact, I enjoy the way your eyes just raked me over. So, question. I stand by my promise not to push it, but I’m just curious as to why sex was off the table last night?”
“I just wasn’t ready to go that far. Doing what we did was already out of the norm for me. I don’t want you to look at me like I’m a whore; it’s not that I don’t want you.”
“I wouldn’t look at you like a whore. I respect your decision. Thank you for being honest with me. I have to say, I’m happy to hear that you do want me.”
I glance over at him and see the want reflecting back in his eyes.
“I do.”
“I want you too, but I can live with other things for now.” Mark’s hands finish rinsing his body before he leans a hand on the wall and glides the other down to stroke his now very hard cock.
“What are you doing?”
“Giving you a show. You look hungry, and breakfast isn’t for almost another hour. I was thinking maybe this could hold you over until then. Put your lipstick on for me.”
A small gasp leaves my throat at his command, and he chuckles again darkly. I lean in toward the mirror and slowly rim my lips in red. He groans, apparently happy with my job.
“Such gorgeous red lips.” He inhales as he strokes slowly. “Mascara now, Bella. Leave those lips parted as you concentrate.”
His words have my lower belly fluttering with anticipation. I do as he asks, my breath stuttering out of me when I notice his hand beginning to stroke faster in the reflection. Who knew putting on makeup could be so sexy? I let my towel drop to expose my teal lacy cheek underwear and matching bra, and he hums in appreciation.
“Are those nipples hard for me?”
I trace my fingertips along the cups of thin lace and circle a nipple.
“Yes. Is this helping your little… show?”
“Fuck yes. I want more,” he answers raspily, excited with the prospect that I might play along.
I slip my hand underneath the lace and squeeze my breast gently, then squeeze them closer together to show off my cleavage. He licks his lips and strokes faster. I reach behind me and unsnap the bra, and a strangled sound breaches his lips as if he is physically dying to see my bare breasts. I smirk and toy with the straps.
“Would you like to see them?”
“I want them.”
Need coils low in my belly at his brazen admission.
“Ask nicely.”
“Ava, baby, please.”
I slip a strap over one arm, then the other, holding the tiny fabric to my chest and watching his hungry gaze follow the movements. I cover my nipples as I pull the lace out from underneath my arms and hang it to the side before dropping itonto the counter. I knead a breast with my fingers, enjoying the growing hunger on his face. I cup both breasts, still hiding my nipples from him, teasing him.
“Please.”
I bite my lip and move to sit on the edge of the counter.
“Please.” His plea comes out more urgently. I lean back against the mirror and spread my legs for him at the same time that I circle my nipples with the pads of my middle fingers, baring them to him. He lets out a low curse, his hips jerking his cock involuntarily into his hand harder than he was doing before. It emboldens me.
