Fire In His Eyes

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Authors: MJ Nightingale
the shower.  I glanced at him and caught his mischievous expression.  One eyebrow was raised very temptingly.  How could he possibly still be able to do this again, I thought.  But, I wasn’t about to complain.  I gave him a quick peck on the cheek, and hopped out of bed wrapping the sheet around my body.
    “Hey, don’t hide your body,” he ordered.  So, bossy!  “ I like to see what I am going to fuck!” He laughed as I just held up my arms letting the sheet drop as I continued exiting my bedroom giving him a nice view of my backside.
    I walked into the kitchen completely buck naked, and I quickly opened the pantry in my large eat in kitchen and grabbed what I needed.  When I started scooping the coffee into the filter and poured the carafe of water into the chamber, I heard the shower turn on.  I hastily finished the making the coffee, swiped the counter with a sponge, and then made my way into the bathroom wondering what Victor had in store for me now.  Before letting him know I was also in the bathroom, I admired his body through the smoky glass doors.  In the early morning light slanting through the window, I could see more clearly that he did indeed, have the most meticulously amazing body.  He was lean in all the right places, probably didn’t have an ounce of body fat, but was incredibly well-defined.  His chest and arms were magnificent.  The man was strong and fit and not only did it reveal he did run, but he worked out with weights and must spend a great deal of time at the gym.  He wasn’t body builder huge, but he was stacked with rippling muscles just underneath his smooth tan skin.  I felt those muscles last night and this morning under my fingertips as my hands roamed his whole body.
    “Knock, Knock,” I said as I stood just outside the shower door.  He slid one door open marginally and peeked at me.
    “ Get another condom, Monica, from my pants pocket and get in,” he grumbled as he opened the door wider. I scrambled into the living room and reached into his pants pocket and found the condoms he had been using, and hastily made my way back into the bathroom. I stepped into the steaming shower, he took the condom out of my proffered hand placing it on the window sill, and then he turned me in front of him so that I was immediately under the spray of the shower head with the luxuriant water cascading down my aching body.  “I am going to wash you.  Would you like me to do that?” he purred into me ear from behind me.
    “Yes, I-I would like that,” I stammered.   The way he spoke thrilled me and sent goose bumps popping along my arms.
    “So hesitant.  I like that about you.  I can tell you do not have a lot of experience.  It makes a guy feel good to know that what he is possessing is so untried and unexplored. How old are you, Monica?” he whispered seductively as he positioned my hands on the wall on either side of the shower head.
    “I’m thirty. You?” I asked nervously. What was he going to do with my hands splayed on the wall like this?  I felt helpless, exposed. I had never showered with a man before and it made me feel a little vulnerable, exposed, let alone let someone wash me.
    “I’m thirty-five.  But you , Monica, look younger, much younger.  You have great skin, you must drink a lot of water.”  I peered over my shoulder and he was lathering up my loofah sponge and he began scrubbing my back with it in large circles.  It felt delicious, decadent even.  The sponge went lower over my hips, back and forth on either side, then around each of my butt cheeks and then through the crack that defined my rear.  The sensation of someone washing your body is indescribable.  The combination of the hot water, the soap, the sensual movements, and his husky words had me panting already and he hadn’t even reached any of my erogenous zones.  It was Victor’s voice, so sultry.  It must be.  How he could caress me with just his words, I did not know. Just as I

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