Page 63 of Play With Me

My best friend swallows, her mouth parting slightly. She seems to hesitate, to mull this over, and I’m about to take it back, to apologize and bolt, when she snaps her mouth shut again.

And stands up.

My groin swells. I don’t think. I walk toward the tub, my eyes fixed on her now-naked body standing there, sudsy water streaming from her shoulders down over the length of her arms, the delicate stretch of her chest, the soft peaks of her nipples. They go hard under my gaze, which only makes my cock surge.

She likes me looking.

I stop a few feet away, letting my eyes drift down her belly. It has the slightest, most beautiful curve to it above her hips. Below that is the apex of her thighs, where a damp triangle of red hair drips with water.

I have to fight the urge to move, to either touch her or myself.

“Were you thinking of me, Nora?” I ask, my voice strained.

She takes a breath. “Y-yes.” Her skin prickles into gooseflesh.

Oh fuck.

“What were you thinking of?”

“You. Touching me.”

I meet her eyes as I reach the edge of the tub. “Tell me to go.”

“What?”

“If you want me to go, just say it. I’ll go.”

She pinches her lips between her teeth but shakes her head. Her wet braids slide over the slick peaks of her tits, and somehow, that’s what does me in.

I kneel at the far end of the tub, resting my arm on the edge. I’m trembling, I want to touch her so badly, but I can’t. I won’t.

“Show me what you were doing,” I rasp. “Show me that pretty pussy, Nora. The one I’ve—” I close my eyes, cutting myself off. This is bad enough. No time for confessional. “Show me.”

Nora lowers herself on the edge of the tub, her legs parted slightly. Only a hint of her pussy is visible. She takes a breath, then opens her legs wide for me.

I suck in a breath. Fuck. Fuck fuck fuck. I can’t.

“I—” I begin, but my tongue flicks out along my lips, and I find my hand lowering into the water, fishing around for the hose. I won’t touch her. This won’t count.

My excuses are paper-thin, but my body doesn’t give a shit.

“Can you keep going for me?” I ask as I wrap my hand around the showerhead’s handle. My voice is hoarse with my need—my overwhelming desire to touch her. “Please.”

Nora nods.

I lift the hose up. It’s still shooting a hard stream. Knowing it’s going to be hitting her clit makes my cock throb.

She spreads her legs wide for me, so fucking wide. I haven’t seen a woman like this in years, but I know it’s the most perfect pussy I’ve ever seen.

“You’re gorgeous, Nora.” My voice is hoarse. “Fucking perfection.”

Nora reaches her hand out, and I transfer the showerhead to her, careful not to brush her fingers, as if that would be the biggest issue here.

She turns the jet around in her hand.

I grip the edge of the tub like I’m hanging off a fucking cliff, my eyes wanting badly to stay glued to her lower half, but instead I look up, meeting her eyes. “You can tell me to go anytime,” I whisper. “It’s still me.”

Nora nods nearly imperceptibly. “I don’t want you to go.” Her voice is so soft. But I heard it, even over the spray of water hitting flesh.

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