Page 43 of Little Fury

Grabbing the soap he rubs it over his chest, the sight of him causes my breath to become locked in my lungs. The soap leaves a path of lather over his tan skin, as the water cascades over him, washing it away. It runs down his body and my eyes track its path. Over his pecs, down his sternum, across the ridges of his abs.

My mind instantly conjures a vision of myself running my hands over those ridges, my tongue following behind them.

I give my head a shake and focus on the man in front of me. His hands still running the soap over his body, I catch my lip between my teeth biting it.

He likes me watching him. I have to bite my lip harder when I see how hard her is.

I clench my thighs the throb between he becoming intense. I can't look away from him as his hand runs over the base of his cock. Wrapping his hand around the shaft, pumping it slowly.

He grips himself hard as he works his hand up and down, over the head and back down to the base. The soap drops from his other hand, when he places it on the top of the shower wall. His knuckles white as he grips it.

His stomach moves faster as his breathing picks up, matching the rhythm of his hand working his cock. He thrusts his hips, fucking himself into his hand harder. His grip tightens, and he releases an unrestrained guttural moan. The sexiest sound I have ever heard. I look up to his eyes, seeing how dark they are as he focuses on me watching him.

I know he’s close as his movements become erratic and faster. His breathing increases.“Fuck,”I hear him grunt through gritted teeth. I rub my thighs together and watch him as he cums hard all over his hand. It is the most erotic thing I've ever seen. I look back up at him, seeing him looking at me with a hunger that makes my toes curl.

I need to escape from him, from this, or I’m going to do something, and I don’t know if I’m ready or even want us to do it. He must see the panic on my face.“Ava,”he says. I slap my computer closed placing it on the table and stand up, walking as fast as I can without breaking into a run. I get to my room, slam the door behind me, and lean against it, trying to catch my breath.

“Fuck. What the fuck? What the fuck are we doing?” I ask myself. I’m so turned on right now. I know if I slid my fingers into my panties, they would be soaked. If I stroked my clit, I would find it swollen. If I rubbed it, I would come so fast and so hard. I bang the back of my head against thedoor a couple of times before sliding down to sit on the floor.

I look at myself in the mirror across from me. I see my rapid breaths and my flushed cheeks, and I give in. I spread my legs as I slide my fingers under the waistband of my shorts and into my panties. I’m soaked and I groan as I run my fingers t. I shudder when I through it, skimming over my entrance, barely dipping in.

My bike shorts are too tight, too restrictive so I remove them and my panties. Spreading my legs again, I use my other hand to open my pussy for myself. I see Marcus gripping his cock and stroking himself, faster and faster. I rub my clit slowly, feeling how swollen it is and enjoying the bolts of pleasure that shoot through me as my orgasm builds.

I dip a finger into my entrance and pump into myself over and over. My hips move, and I place my other hand on the ground behind my ass so I can fuck myself harder on my hand. I let out a moan louder than I expected, wondering if he can hear me, if he knows what watching him did to me, that I’m in here making myself cum as I think about him fisting himself in the shower.

I raise my head and watch myself in the mirror. I watch my fingers in my pussy pumping in and out. I press the heel of my hand into my clit, hearing how wet I am. I’m so close. My breathing is rapid, I rub against my clit, watching myself in the mirror, and I explode. I come so hard that my eyes roll into the back of my head. As I come down from my orgasm, I wonder where he is, if he heard me. I’m unsure if I hope he did or didn’t.

I stayed in my room for a bit getting cleaned up and dressed—this time in a bikini and cover-up. When I leave my room, I find Marcus lying on the couch, reading. He looks up at me, and I know he heard me. I know he listened to me as I came, thinking of him. I feel my cheeks start to heat, but Idon’t let them. I won't feel bad or ashamed for enjoying my body or anyone else’s. He grins at me, and I return it. Then I see what book he’s reading.

“Dude, are you reading Soul Eater?”

“I am. You left it out, and I was curious, so I picked it up. Gotta say, not sure what I was expecting, but I’m now invested and need to know if they get together.”

“Gay monster porn for the win. Got it,”I laugh.

“Going for a swim?”

“Yeah, I feel the pull of the ocean.”

“Want company?”

“I always want your company, Marcus.”

“Then let’s go, beautiful.”

The sun streams into my bedroom, and I hear the roll of the waves in the distance. I love it here. I haven't told Marcus yet, but I bought this house for us. I want us to retire here. Once we’re too old for this life, I want to come back here and watch the ocean until life decides it's done with me.

I can hear someone in the kitchen, and I smell bacon. Whoever it is, they're getting a big kiss from me.

I get out of bed and make my way to my bathroom. Once I’m done, I pad my way over the cold marble floors to the kitchen looking for the magical human who is making bacon.

“Good morning, Miss Ava.”

“Good morning. Miss Evelyn.”

“Miss Ava, I’m too old to be a miss.”

“You keep telling me this, but I disagree. Age is only a number, and I will never believe you are 76. I hope to be half as amazing as you at that age.”

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