After the meal, Helen asked Yohan to wait while she showered.
But he was past the point of waiting. Every second was an agony. He shed his clothes and went straight to the bathroom. Just as he expected, the door was unlocked.
"I knew it; she was just baiting me," he thought, a slow, predatory smirk twisting his lips.
He was starting to understand Helen. She was a woman driven by raw, primal sexual desires. She wanted sex in its purest form, where nothing existed but the consuming pleasure.
Her teasing was a calculated move, she wanted to make him so hungry with desire that he would take her like an animal.
Yohan stood at the doorway, watching the water flow down the amazing curves of her body, her ass, the wet swell of her breasts, and her beautiful, slicked-back face. His cock was already rock-solid and throbbing.
She finally noticed him.
"Yohan…" A slow, seductive smile spread across her lips. "Did you come to watch me?"
