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Relief

Caspian

Even the short wait for the water to warm is excruciating as I stand outside the shower. There’s a towel wrapped around my waist, but it’s pointless. There’s no such thing as modesty with my cock pointing skyward underneath it. I push a hand through my hair, but as my fingers lower past my face, I catch a hint of Annalise’s scent on them.

Sweet. Subtle. Mouthwatering.

“Damn it,” I grumble to myself, tossing the towel to the countertop when I decide to step beneath the stream while it’s still a bit cool.

Within seconds, my hair is soaked, and a moment later, there’s finally steam rolling off my body as the water heats. It soothes the tension in my shoulders and arms, but the rest of me can’t be so easily pacified. If I don’t come before lying beside Annalise, with how I’ll likely toss and turn in frustration, neither of us will be getting much sleep.

Droplets pour down my face as I brace the wall with one hand, gripping my cock with the other. The moisture gathering in my palm from the water streaming down my arms makes it easy to replace my palm with Annalise’s tight pussy in my vivid imagination.

“Fuck.”

I clamp my lip between my teeth, and I swear I can hear her quiet moans, feel her soft breaths puffing against my ear.

I stroke myself slowly, wanting this feeling—and the fantasy that goes along with it—to last. In my thoughts, Annalise is pressed against the wall before me, her breasts to the tile, the coolness making her nipples harden. Much like when I teased them through her gown.

The head of my cock gets so sensitive at the memory, and I open my eyes, glancing down as my hand slips up and down my strained length. I grip it tighter, imagining Annalise’s ass pressed firm against my stomach as I push deep into her pussy from behind, holding her small waist so she doesn’t move while I pound into her. She’ll take me so well one of these days.

And I can’t fucking wait.

A sound outside the shower has the fantasy evaporating into thin air, and when I peer up, a silhouette standing near the door sends a wave of embarrassment rushing through me.

“Shit. Annalise, I?—”

I’m in the middle of trying to conjure an apology, an excuse for why I’ve just been caught red-handed, masturbating in her shower, but I stop in my tracks. Through the glass enclosure, I stare as she slowly inches her gown up her thighs and torso, then finally over her head. The steam and condensation blur her figure, but there’s no mistaken why my heart just stopped beating.

Because she’s now completely naked.

I’m at a loss for words when she steps closer, reaches for the shower door, then tugs it open. Her breasts—bare and a fucking sight to behold—rise and fall with the deep breath that fills her lungs. She takes in the site of me—soaked from head to toe, my cock still rock hard despite my being mortified when she first walked in. And much to my delight, she steps into the shower, then closes the door behind her.

I’m mesmerized as she joins me beneath the stream, her long, thick hair lengthening as it becomes drenched. She comes closer, and I suck in a breath when heat from her palm encircles my cock.

“You took care of me, ” she says. “Now, let me take care of you.”

I have every intention to turn her down, wanting her to know that nothing I ever do for her is with the expectation of getting something in return, but as she teases the head of my cock with her thumb, I can’t speak.

“Will you do me the honor of allowing me to please my alpha?” she beckons, and I don’t miss the air of hesitation in her tone. I usually enjoy her particular brand of confidence, but in this moment, her timidness isn’t only endearing.

It’s a huge fucking turn on.

My cock pulses in her hand, answering her question long before words ever leave my mouth.

“I’ll allow it.”

Her nostrils flare, and I sense her excitement as well as her nerves. The combination of the two has my balls tightening, and I can imagine I’ll come hard and fast.

I’m not sure what I expected. Perhaps, I assumed she’d stroke me until I came in her hand, so when she holds my gaze, slowly lowering to her knees, my breaths become erratic.

The thought crosses my mind again. That I should stop her, because I didn’t intend for her to perform tonight. However, when her full lips meet the tip of my cock, and then draw me into the heat of her mouth, I’ve reached the point of no return.

“Oh, fuck. That feels… so fucking good.”

To the sound of me singing her praises, she sucks me in, over and over again, pushing her tongue over my tip just to drive me crazy. My fingertips move through her wet strands, smoothing over her scalp before gathering her hair into my fist. She rocks back and forth, likely ignoring the pain of the tile against her knees, because right now, her only focus is me.

“Shit. Annalise…”

There’s no fighting the urge to speak her name aloud when her small, soft hand pushes between my thighs, cupping my balls. They’re so sensitive to her touch, and I feel myself getting close.

My gaze lowers to her when she pulls back, flicking my tip with her tongue now, leaving the rest of me to feel deprived.

“Fucking tease,” I groan, smirking when our eyes lock. She knows what the hell she’s doing to me—frustrating me, making me want her more than I need air.

A jolt of electricity passes through me like lightning when she traces the tip of her tongue along my shaft, following the trail of a vein. She reaches the head again, and I’m on the verge of tears when she places a single kiss there.

My entire body is racked with pain, aching for her to finish me off. But on the other hand, I think she knows the wait is just as big a turn on. There’s no doubt she senses my desperation. Yet, it does nothing to make her rush. Instead, she places another of those knee-weakening kisses to the base of my shaft. So close that her forehead lightly brushes my stomach with the motion, and I love and hate this all at the same time.

“Do you want to hear me beg? Is that it?”

She doesn’t answer, but she doesn’t take me into her mouth again either, so I take that as a yes.

I’m into the games, but my mouth can’t seem to form the words she wants to hear. My pride won’t allow me to ask for what I’m in such desperate need of. But then she peers up at me again, water gathering on her dark lashes, and I remember there’s no power struggle between us. So, like she’s done so many times before for me , I lower my guard, giving her what she wants.

“Please.” My tone sounds harsh and angry, but I’m nowhere near angry. Just… in need. Yet, she doesn’t respond the way I hoped, still placing those light kisses all over.

So, I try again.

“I need you to suck my cock, Annalise. Desperately, ” I add, feeling my legs wanting to give way. “Don’t you see how hard I am from touching you? Feeling that exquisite pussy of yours on my fingers just… drove me wild. And now, I need you to make me come. So… fucking… bad.”

I’m breathing wildly having just said so much, but also because of the look she’s just given me. It lets me know that something I just said was what she wanted to hear, and the next second, I’m taken over by the most intense pleasure I’ve ever experienced in my life.

The softness of her mouth moves up and down my length, as deep as she can take me, and her teasing paid off. In a matter of seconds, I’ll explode, and the relief will be so, so fucking sweet.

“Damn, I’m close,” I warn her, but she doesn’t slow down. Actually, she moves both hands to the backs of my thighs, gripping them tight, so I can’t possibly pull out of her mouth. Not even if I wanted to.

There’s a moment where her mouth feels almost too good to handle. Blindingly good. And the next second, a flood of hot cum bursts from my tip with one powerful flow, and I stare at the beauty on her knees before me, sucking harder as she moans, taking everything I have to give her.

Like such a good fucking girl.

The sound of her slurping, swallowing my seed, has me emptying down her throat until I’m completely drained. It isn’t until I go soft between her lips that she finally lets the head of my cock pop free from her mouth.

For quite some time, the only sound is that of my heavy breathing, and water pelting the shower tile. Then, once I gather myself, I move my hands to Annalise’s arms to bring her to her feet.

She stares, seemingly curious what I’ll say, but there aren’t quite words to sum up my feelings for her. So, when I draw her into an embrace, she melts against me, and we simply exist in the silence for a moment.

“I love you,” I eventually utter, and she smiles against my shoulder. “With my whole heart.”

“I know that. Even when you don’t say it.”

“Yes, but I promise you. I will always say it.”

Her cheek tightens against my shoulder again when my words draw another smile out of her.

“I love you too,” she says, adding one final word that makes all the difference. “Forever.”

My eyelids fall closed, and it’s at the realization that finally, after too many grueling weeks to count, we seem to have made our way back to one another.

Completely.