In One Condition

Twenty-four

She nodded vigorously and scrambled up. She pulled both of my hands and the next thing I knew we were inside her bathroom.

"So..." my voice faltered.

I clearly had no idea how it gotten to this point. I am lost and I can feel my cheeks burning because her penetrating gaze.

"Join me inside?" She invited. She said it innocently and I'd like to believe that she had no mischievous intentions, however, Jho is not coy.

I don't want to pretend that I don't like what's happening cause dear God, this is all I wanted—to be next to her without inhibitions, without secrets. Nakedness in its purest form.

"S-sure," I uttered, almost a whisper.

She turned on the shower. The water was warm, relaxing and therapeutic for the body. I felt pleasure as I immersed myself in it.

"Why don't you start cleaning up your mess?" She requested flirtatiously, tormenting me as she traced her nails from the center of my chest down to my abdomen.

I inhaled sharply, triggered by her choice of words, to feel a fervent desire to ravage her inside the shower. But I have to control my needs and whims because there are more productive things to be done than delaying ourselves for a couple of minutes here, yet I have to play her game too. I guess it wouldn't hurt.

I nibbled her earlobe and sucked it gently. "Shall I start here then?"

Her breathing altered. Sometimes heavy, sometimes rapid.

"Or," I started trailing kisses on her neck. "Here?"

I made use of my tongue to slowly glide up and down her neck. She moaned, losing her grip on her body's desire.

"Fuck," she cursed while gritting her teeth.

"This is quite dirty. I would really need to clean it up." My voice was inviting, seducing.

I haven't done things that would bring pleasure to to her and right now, I'm just wishing she's react the way I imagined her to.

"Tell me where else, Jho."

She was breathing arduously through her mouth — her lungs trying to keep pace with this sweet torture that I am responsible of.

"You know where."

Well, yes I do – it was down there. By the way her toes are curling and hands tightly gripping her thighs, I know she's willing herself to fight the sensations.

I slid my finger underneath her. Her mouth instantly formed an 'o' as I grazed her sex, making only the slightest contact. She bit her lower lip, presumably frustrated and impatient.

"We don't have much time, Beatriz," she grunted.

"Oh, don't we?" I teased, feigning disappointment.

"Get it over with," she ordered, eyes blazing with lust.

And so I complied and slowly entered her. She tilted her head up as I thrust deeply. She was certainly wanted more—a much intense pace— yet not this soon. It's her fault for starting this game.