Page 21 of Giovanni's Obsession

Taking a much needed deep breath trying to control the tent that is starting to pop up in my pants, I grunt back at her.

“Can you hand me the towel? I set it on the table by the door there.” She says simply.

Surely she doesn’t know what she’s doing to me. Does she? At night before bed she puts on these tiny little shorts that when she bends over, I can see the beginning of those tight globes that would fit so nicely into my big hands.

“Gio? The towel please?” She asks again when I stand there too long.

Walking over to the table, I pick the towel up and without looking up, I walk over to the tub to hand it to her. I know the second she stands up as water splashes onto me.

Her wet hand touches my own as she takes the towel.

“Thank you.” She whispers.

Unable to control myself, my eyes shoot to hers and I struggle to not look at her from head to toe. She’s so fucking beautiful to me that it hurts.

Giving her a nod since I can’t seem to make my throat work, I turn around quickly and stride away. Straight out the front door, not stopping until I’m far enough into the woods to breathe again.

Leaning against a tree, my cock throbs harder than it ever has before, even when I watched her get herself off back at her apartment.

That’s where I stay for the next hour, getting myself back under control.

Raven

He’s been avoiding me for quite a few days now. Ever since the evening I asked him to hand me my towel.

I couldn’t seem to help myself though. Every single day I watch him chop wood, working up a sweat while his muscles ripple along his arms.

I’ve even started to dream about those arms and normally wake up in the middle of the night panting with my panties soaking wet. Just like I am now. Being this attracted to man has never happened to me before.

Rolling over onto my back, the sheet sliding across my skin has my nipples jumping to attention under the thin shirt I wore to bed last night.

Listening for any noises from the other room, I assume he’s already outside this morning. Closing my eyes, I conjure the image of his face staring at me as I rub my own hands down my breasts to my stomach.

My core already throbbing, I push my hand into my panties, gently touching my clit. I can’t stop the gasp that explodes from my mouth.

I tease my own nub slowly, building up the pressure inside while my other hand moves back to my breasts to squeeze my nipples.

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