"Why did you do that?" I laughed, attempting to take my feet away, but his hold on my ankles was so secure and impulsive that they were placed on his shoulders to keep my legs wide apart.
Heat rushed to my face and chest quicker than lightning. For a minute there, I assumed he would proceed and thrust his cock inside me, but all he did was feast on me with his eyes, and I strangely knew exactly what his thoughts were.
I want to look away, but I can't, held prisoner by the vehemence and the weight of his desires. It grew as the second passed, and I swore I could already picture him fucking me in this tub.
I want him to. I really do. I was becoming addicted to something I had already tasted. It doesn't make sense, but it was the most lucid I have ever been.
"Touch yourself."
A scalding chill raced down my spine. The water temperature reached heights I wasn't sure were possible as my skin burned.
The command in his tone brought back memories I hadn't realized I had missed so much.
