Page 82 of Her Nightshade

“I would throw those clothes away, Charlie,” I said, then opened the glass shower door, not waiting for a response.

I let the warm water wash over me, the sensation spreading goosebumps all over me. Charlie’s hands were suddenly on my arms as he pressed his body against my back, jutting his hard cock between my ass cheeks.

Between the heat rising throughout my body, already aroused for him, a gnawing guilt ached deep in my chest.

“Charlie,” I whispered, turning my head so he could hear me.

“Ana,” he said, grazing his hands under my arms, up my stomach, and then squeezing my breasts.

“I have to tell you something,” I said breathlessly as one hand trailed down to the front, his fingers finding my wet spot.

“No,” he said into my neck. “Don’t tell me.”

My heart dropped. “Why?” I said after stifling a moan.

“Did you want it?” he asked, his hands stopping, grazing back up to my arms.

I hesitated. “No,” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks, mixing in with the warm water.

“Then don’t tell me,” he responded quietly. “Unless you want to. Unless you need to,” he added.

“No,” I echoed.

His hands returned to my breasts, trailing back down my stomach. “If you’re not ready for this, Ana, tell me now,” he whispered.

“I’m always ready for you, Charlie,” I whimpered as his fingers circled my clit.

“Take back your power,mi diosa. Use me exactly how you need to. Please,” he begged. “Ineedyou.”

I smiled, reaching back to graze my fingers over his cock, patiently waiting for me.

“I just want my good boy, Charlie.Tu diosaneeds her good boy to do exactly as she says. You think you can handle that, baby?”

“Yes,mi diosa,” he whispered in my ear. “Please.”

I steadily turned around without letting go of him, gripping him tighter as I faced him, his face contorted with pleasure as he eyed me with need.

“Good. Get on your knees then,” I said, turning the shower head above me so it faced the wall, giving us room to play.

Charlie immediately knelt down, getting on both knees, looking up at me with his hands on his thighs. I smiled as I lifted my leg and rested my thigh on his shoulder, then clutched his hair in my hand and pulled him close, burying his face into my pussy.

“Eat my pussy, baby. Don’t stop until I say so,” I demanded, lifting my hips as his tongue began to move.

My body reacted instantly, my hips arching to meet the rhythm of his mouth. My release was close, my back pressing against the shower wall as Charlie gripped my thighs to hold me steady, his tongue flicking my clit with determination.

“Fuck, Charlie, yes,” I gasped, the tension in my core bursting, my orgasm ripping through my body.

I greedily let him continue as he worked his mouth on me, igniting wave after wave of pleasure until my legs trembled uncontrollably. Finally, I pushed him away, sliding down the slick wall to face him as I tried to catch my breath.

He gave me a faint smile, his eyes filled with awe and desire, the very look that had drawn me to him from the start.

“Ismi diosasatisfied?”he asked softly, sitting in front of me and resting his hand on my thigh.

My head leaned back against the wall as I nodded, my gaze dropping to his hard cock, patiently waiting for my touch.

“What about you, baby?” I asked quietly as I met his eyes. “Does my control satisfy you?”

The years I spent being so compliant with Jake, sacrificing my own wants and needs just to keep him happy, were beginning to weigh on me heavily. When we met, I was hopelessly in love with him. He was older, confident, so sweet and loving. At just twenty years old, I was still finding my voice, and though I grew into it over time, our sex life never seemed to evolve with me.

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