Page 133 of Psycho

There was something in them that hadn’t been there before.

Something like….

Contentment?

Was he content with me here with him?

I looked away when the intensity of his eyes became too much, and he massaged the shampoo into my hair.

I let him clean me up, because he seemed to like doing that, and after two hard orgasms, I wasn’t sure I was up to anything.

My eyes moved down to his hard cock, and without thinking, I reached for him.

He stopped in his movements and watched me with hooded eyes.

I stroked up and down his length and watched as his breathing grew hard.

So he wasn’t as unaffected by me as he let on.

I moved my hand up and down harder around him, faster.

His hand came down to the shower glass by my head and he moved in closer to me, crowding me between the glass wall and his hard body.

Our eyes met, and we didn’t say anything as I worked him over.

Our breath fogged up the glass, and when I swiped my thumb over the tip of his cock, his entire body shook.

My eyes widened when I felt him swell, then with a shout, he came, his release spurting onto the skin of my stomach. I looked down, wholly fascinated.

It wasn’t the first time I’d seen him do this, but that didn’t make the image any less enticing.

I wanted more.

I wanted to see him lose control completely because of me.

Something told me Micah wasn’t the kind of man to just hand over the control like that.

After he finished, I leaned forward and kissed his pec.

His breath caught, and I looked up at him, unsure of what I was feeling for this man in front of me.

Was this what he saw us doing for the rest of his life?

Or was it like every new thing: the obsession would eventually fade, and he would be like almost every other person in my life and push me aside?

I didn’t think I was strong enough to handle that if it was the case.

Not with Micah.

Not when he had been the one to take me and hold me so fucking tightly with both hands.

We finished showering quickly after that, and Micah was quiet as we got ready for our day, though I felt his eyes on me the entire time.

Our morning routine was so much different from how it had been for me when I was still living in the trailer with Dad, and I realized, with some surprise, I rarely ever thought back to my time in the trailer since I got here.

I didn’t even miss it.

Or Dad’s expectation of me working free labor in the Basement.

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