Find Me Alastar(62)

I close my eyes. God, help me. If this is his thing, then I want to do it. It just seems so out of place when we haven’t even kissed or anything. But maybe that’s why he wants to do it?

The sound of my blood is pumping through my head as my fear escalates. Just do it.

I nervously walk into the bathroom, and he leans in to turn the shower on.

He disappears into his bedroom and then reappears with a chair. He sits it in the middle of the bathroom, facing the shower, and takes a seat.

The blood drains from my face. Can’t you dim the freaking lights or something?

Kiss him, distract him, make him forget all about seeing me naked. I walk over to him and bend to kiss him but he turns his head.

“Don’t touch me.”

I frown.

“I want to watch you. I want you untouched as I watch you.”

“Oh,” I whisper.

I put my hand in and feel the temperature of the shower, deciding to turn up the hot water a little more. I face away from him and slide one of my arms out of my dress.

“Turn around and face me,” he breathes.

I nervously turn around and my eyes search his. I’m terrified. This is too intimate. I don’t like this. Maybe I should go?

As if sensing my fear, a trace of a smile crosses his face. “Undress angel, let me look at you. You are safe.”

I swallow my fear and slowly slide my dress down to step out of it. I stand vulnerable and revealed in my white satin underwear. My hands are clasped nervously together in front of me. His hungry eyes drop down my body as if memorizing every inch.

A sexy smile crosses his face and his gaze come back up to meet mine.

“All of it,” he whispers darkly.

I slide down one bra strap, then the other, and I glance down to see the huge erection growing in his pants. It gives me a much needed boost of confidence and I slide my bra around before I take it off.

His eyes stay fixed on my breasts and he licks his lips.

The silence between us is deafening, as is the sound of fear that is pumping though my veins.

His eyes are transfixed on my body and the goosebumps that are scattered over my petrified skin. I slowly slide my panties down my legs and he sits back, rearranging the large penis in his pants.

I stand before him as he sits still. His eyes linger on my sex and back up to my breasts, around to my thighs, then back up to my eyes.

My heart is racing as my eyes beg for some kind of recognition. I need him to say something. Please, say anything.

I go to turn to get into the shower and he holds his hand up in a stop signal.

“Don’t move,” he whispers. “I’m memorizing the body that I have missed so desperately,” he breathes.

My heart somersaults in my chest. He’s missed me. He’s missed me desperately.

I step toward him.

He holds his hand up in a stop signal again. “Untouched,” he pleads in a whisper.

I stand riveted. The way he is looking at me might just turn me inside out.

Arousal mixed with affection. There’s a softness to his hardness. The man in him is hard and ready to take me, and yet the soul inside of him is revering me. I can feel his adoration and it’s an emotion that I am unfamiliar with.

I can’t breathe.

After an extended time, I slowly turn and get into the shower to stand under the water, my eyes still on him. So much for straightening my hair for an hour. I’m going to look like hell after this.

“Wash yourself,” he breathes as his eyes drop to my sex again. He wants a little peep show.

I smile to myself. This, I can do.

I pour liquid soap into my hand and start to run my hands all over my body. Arousal flickers like a fire in his eyes and his tongue darts out to lick his lip again.

This is hot.

I start to rub my hands on my breasts and he sits forward in his seat unable to control himself.

I got this. I want you in the shower, big boy, and I want you now.

I drop my hand to between my legs and start to rub myself. His face screws up in arousal and sits forward even farther. My other hand comes up and squeezes my nipple and I throw my head back.

He hisses in approval as his dark eyes hold mine.

“Come and I will take you,” he whispers.

I frown. Huh?

“Make yourself come and you can have me,” he whispers as he unzips his pants and takes his cock in his hand.

My insides start to clench at the sight of his large, hard muscle between his legs.

I frown. What does that mean? If I don’t come, he’s not getting in. Hell. I’ve never made myself come in front of a guy before. This is perverted.

“Touch yourself,” he whispers as he slowly starts to stroke himself.

Frigging hell, I can’t concentrate on me when he’s doing that. I want to watch his peep show.

Okay, pull out the big guns. You got this.

I spread myself wide, and his dark eyes watch me as his hand gently strokes his cock. I slowly slide a finger into myself and he groans out in pleasure. I keep going and he sits back as if restraining himself from touching me. He rips his jacket from his shoulders and starts to unbutton his shirt.

My two fingers are now slowly sinking in and out of my body and my foot is up on the tiled shower seat. This is way beyond anything I have ever experienced before, and as I hold my breath, I know I am only seconds from climaxing.

He rips his pants down his legs and I am blessed with the sight of a perfect male specimen. He’s tall, athletic, rippled with muscle, and is currently as hard as hell. His cock hangs heavily between his legs. I can see every vein in its engorged length.