Moth(54)

I nod. “Yeah, maybe.” I check her out, mostly trying to cup her ass as I hold her. “I’m a little horny. Maybe we should wait.”

“A little horny? Said. No. Man. Ever.”

“Okay, just talking about it is turning me on. I’m picturing the water trickling down the round curves.” I lick my lips before continuing. “Mmm, it’s dessert time.”

She slaps me and moves away, traveling in the direction of the stairs. “I’m getting a shower. You should stay down here and tend to your personal situation.”

I twist around and look to her as I speak. “You want me to jerk off? Can I at least watch for viewing material?”

She lifts her shirt over her head and tosses it in my direction. “Hurry up.”

I’m like a teenager catching his first peek at a naked woman’s body. I skip stairs as I follow behind her, all while shedding my clothes along the way. I’m naked by the time I reach the bathroom, while she’s attempting to remove her bra. I give her some assistance and bring the bra around to the front before it falls off her chest. She turns around and latches her arms around my neck. “You make running for my life almost enjoyable.”

“I do my best, babe.”

“I can’t expect you to understand how grateful I am that you’re here with me. I’d never have been able to get that generator and plumbing going.”

“You can repay me by washing my back.” It’s not all I want, but it’s a start in the right direction.

We climb into the hot shower. Immediately Nina begins running a bar of soap around my back. I place one hand on the shower wall and lean forward so I’m able to appreciate how nice it feels to be in this predicament with her. Her touch sends powerful chills down to my feet. I’m already feeling sensations straight to my cock. According to the rate it rapidly grows, it’s only a matter of time before I’ll be bending her over. Speaking of time, we switch positions so I’m able to wash her. It’s difficult to keep my eyes open when my hands are coursing down her creamy skin. Every crevice, curve, and private area is being attended to. She’s letting out tiny cries as I work, careful not to miss a single inch. The second I reach her * I know this is a prelude for what I’ll have later. I take the bar of soap and smooth it between those fat lips, and then all the way up the crack of her ass. She’s clinging to my shoulders, as if she’s unable to stand on her own accord. I’m weakening her. I’m fueling my deviant sexual desire with her inability to withstand my touch. When I know she’s writhing with anticipation, I drop the soap and tend to her hair, lathering it with shampoo and then rinsing it thoroughly.



She’s turned and staring up at me with those pleading eyes I’m unable to resist. Without words, her hands run up the front of my body at the same time our lips brush. I close my eyes and let this happen, yet in this moment there is nothing else I want more. The way this woman has the ability to erase the damage that’s been done inside of me causes me to question how I’ll ever be able to put my job first. Each day that passes and I get to know her I’m becoming comfortable. Running from danger is nothing new to me. It probably only adds to the excitement for me.

I hold her close under the hot beads of water as we continue to embrace. She’s someone I could get lost in if I let myself. These are uncharted waters for me, making me curious to know how it would turn out if I took such a drastic leap.

“You’re addicting,” I manage between kisses.

“I can’t believe this is happening to me, now in the middle of the mess I’ve gotten involved in. Where did you come from? I’ve never been lucky before. Happiness doesn’t fall out of the sky. I’ve seen destruction at it’s worse, but here you are holding me and making me safer than I’ve ever been in my life. How is this possible?”

We’re on the same page, which only makes this more complicated. This is where I should come clean, but doing so would end this fulfilling relationship. Though temporary, I crave to have more, for as long as I’m able, even if I have to pretend to be someone else to make it happen.

I lift her up into my arms and feel those sexy legs surrounding my waist. I manage to turn off the spigot and carry her from the bathroom to the clean bedroom. We’re dripping, soaking wet, not that I care about the small details that would require me to stop this new found ambition.

She’s sprawled out on the mattress as I climb over her. I can feel a chill from a draft and hear the loud beating of the heavy rain as it makes contact with the metal roof above us. We’re in our own sanctuary where nothing can get to us, where nothing will be able to stop us.

We f*ck like wild animals. She likes it hard and is able to bend her body in ways I never thought possible. I’m like a jackrabbit ramming into her as if tomorrow may never come. We’re covered in sweat nearly an hour later, lying overtop the disheveled blankets side by side. With nothing else to do I know this is only the beginning, but for now I need a breather. I’m exhausted and ready to pass out.

The sounds of shallow breathing lets me know she’s fallen victim to her own slumber.

I manage to slide off the bed without being detected. First I test out my theory by heading to the bathroom to take a leak. When I return she’s still in the same position.

It’s difficult to walk away from such an artistic masterpiece. I etch the sight into my mind before heading downstairs where she’s left the bag she went back to the apartment for. I’m certain it doesn’t contain extra clothing, but another puzzle piece I’m dying to fit into this case.