Page 68 of Adam & Eve

He was not helping the situation. He seemed to be attempting to punish me by way of teasing

my body. And it was working. I hated to admit it. He had me craving him. A simple touch from him

set my skin on fire. He was trying to break me. He wanted me to give in.

I tried to give as good as I got, but all I ended up doing was frustrating myself even more. He

played his game so well that, in the end, the only option I had left was to lock myself in the bathroom

to obtain some semblance of peace. I’d been standing under the flow of water for the past thirty or so

minutes, hiding from him.

Something had to give and soon. I slammed my eyes shut and let myself enjoy the hot water

beating down my back, but it was short lived. I didn’t even need the sudden sound of footsteps against

the tiled floors to let me know he’d entered the bathroom. His presence caused tension in my sore

back. It still hurt from where I’d hit the floor the other night.

“Just go away,” I said, back still turned to him.

I refused to turn around, hoping he’d take the hint and leave. I needed a time out from this

situation. He could at least give me time alone in the shower. I didn’t know why he even wanted me

here. All we did was fight.

“Eve… Eve…” He started chanting my name like a petulant toddler once he realized I was

not going to respond.

Fed up with it all, I was thin on patience. I spun around so fast and so angrily that it caused me

to lose my balance. I steadied myself against the wall and readied for the battle I know is about to

ensue.

“I should at least be able to wash my—”

Whatever else I planned to say was quickly forgotten. In front of me he stood in naked glory.

That was the first time I’d gotten to look at him fully exposed. I came to the conclusion that this man

had been made to torture me. That was the only reason anybody as physically perfect as him would

want me.

His olive skin was flawless, not a scar. He was muscular, but not bulky. Long and lean, a

patch of light dark hair led from his six-pack to his groin. When my eyes landed below his waist, I

couldn’t help but lick my lips. His dick, a shade or two darker than his tanned skin, looked tasty. I’d

always had an oral fixation and I wondered what he would taste like? Sin probably.

Well played Mr. Socio, I thought.

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