Page 12 of Resisting Isaac

She tilts her head like a confused puppy. “The shower isn’t one of them?”

“Unless you’re riding my tongue or my cock in the shower, no, it’s not.”

Heat flashes like lightning in those dark eyes. Got her.

I step close enough my erection bumps her hip. “Why the shower, spitfire? Don’t tell me you’re getting nervous on me now.”

She bites her lower lip. Suddenly the confident woman’s expression resembles that of a vulnerable little girl.

“It’s been a long day. I flew here a few hours ago. Had alayover. I just need to freshen up at least before we. . . you know.”

She pulls some toiletry items from a medium-sized black leather bag. I glance at the lavender scented body wash as she sets it on the counter.

“You know what I like pussy to taste like?”

Those eyes of hers widen.

“Pussy,” I clarify, before leaning in to kiss her sweet mouth. To demonstrate, I lick her lips slowly, suck them gently in my mouth then bite down just a little on the bottom one.

“I’m about to dirty you up, spitfire. Thoroughly. But if you want to get clean first, be my guest.”

She’s torn, I can see that. Can feel it when she drags her tongue along mine. But I know women and women like to feel sparkly and immaculate before they let a man get intimately acquainted with all the sweetest parts of them. So, I step back.

“Get to it, dirty girl. Your time to be in control of these reins is running out.”

With that, she strips quickly and practically leaps into the shower.

Leaning on the counter with my bare ass against cold marble, I watch as she starts soaping up.

Fuuuck.

I can’t say I’ve ever watched a woman shower before.

Damn sure never while stark naked with my hands tied tightly behind my back. I can’t even stroke my dick for relief.

To her credit, she does seem to be washing quickly. But her perfect ass is still going to pay for making me wait.

It’s the most divine form of torture.

She washes her hair, then uses a loofah type deal all overher body and shaves her legs. I have the oddest impulse to break these fucking reins and get in there to wash her hair and every inch of her body for her. My eyes track her every movement as she squeezes lush tits while rinsing them.

When she removes the shower-head and runs it between her legs, every ounce of blood I possess flows to my cock. I’m in very real danger of passing out.

“Careful, spitfire,” I warn when she lets it linger just a little too long.

A small whimper escapes. She pretends I don’t exist, but I catch a few little peeks over her shoulder to make sure I’m watching. Same as she did on the bull earlier.

When she turns the water off, I’m almost sad the show is over. She covers herself with a towel and moves past me to reach for some lotion.

After she dries off, I learn the show is not over at all. I’m entranced, completely under her spell as she slathers lotion and some type of oil everywhere.

“If you untie me, I can help,” I offer.

Her eyes meet mine. “You’re about to help plenty, cowboy. Get on your knees.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Kneeling is a great idea since I do need to thank the gods of one night stands for bringing this perfect woman to me tonight.

I drop to my knees and look up just in time to see her beautiful bare cunt come toward my face. She lifts one leg onto my shoulder, and past the scent of the lotion and oil she used, I smell the unique scent of her need.