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The soles of my feet make little slapping sounds against the damp floor as I step further into the shower, ready to reach for the piece of clothing, when another item demands every ounce of my attention.
Lace.
Red. Lace. Panties.
I snag them off the temperature control lever before I can talk myself out of it. The material damp from being washed, just like the shirt.
I stare at them for a long second. Deciding how much of a twisted fuck I want to be right now. Then I shrug and bring them to my nose.
Inhaling from my chest, I fill my lungs with the scent of my own soap and…pussy.
My pretty little, soon to be wife, left her panties in here and they smell like my fucking soap and her sweet pussy.
Jesus Christ.
I take another hit of the intoxicating mix, and my cock is already hard.
Leave. It’s time to fucking leave.
Another breath and my cock throbs.
I reach down with my free hand to undo my pants. But one hand doesn’t do it, so I put the panties in my mouth, biting down on the material, and get my pants down and off, then kick them away.
The elastic band of my boxers stretches easily, and I shove them down my hips.
Biting harder on the lace, I reach down and cup my balls with one hand, gripping my length with the other.
Precum is already leaking out of my tip, and I feel more turned on than I can ever remember feeling. It feels like it’s been years since I’ve fucked, and not the handful of weeks that have actually passed.
Still too long.
Savannah’s panties muffle my groan as I work my fist up and down my length.
But it’s not enough.
I let go of my dick and pull the panties from my mouth, bringing them to my nose for one last inhale, before I wrap them around my straining dick.
The friction is just right. Just harsh enough on my sensitive skin.
My fingers squeeze my balls once more, then slide up to hold the base of my cock. Keeping my cock steady as I rub Savannah’s scent up and down my length.
This is depraved.
Fucked up.
Disgusting.
But that doesn’t stop me from closing my eyes and picturing the woman currently asleep in my bed, on her back, while I bury my face between her legs. Tasting her at the source.
She’d try to yell at me. Probably try to hit me. But she’d give in. And then she’d come all over my face, quivering under my tongue.
And that woman is going to be my fucking wife.
I throw my head back, the essence of her still filling my senses as I come all over the wall.
* * *
Hands washed,panties back hanging in the shower, spunk quietly washed down the drain, I strip off my shirt and walk to the bed in nothing but my boxers.