“Turn around,” I challenge, hoping she’s having a self-confident day. After appraising me for a moment, she turns slowly around. Her leotard cuts fairly narrow on the rear, and the contrast between the light colored tights and the black leotard gives an impressive view of the roundness of her cheeks. It’s a struggle not to approach her and pull her leotard and tights down in one swift move to leave her naked in front of me, but I want to see her do this for me.

“Now, slowly pull your leotard down. Leave your tights on.” She obeys to a tee, and before long I’m admiring her impressive ass through the opaque material of her tights. Her cheeks are visible under the tight fabric, and I swallow my desire painfully, wanting nothing more than to touch her.

“Now your tights—slowly. Bend over to your feet when you pull them down.” This gives her a moment of pause as she nervously plays this one out in her head before complying. I want to see her exposed to me—every last inch of her. She starts peeling her tights down, bending completely as she pushes them down to her ankles.

When they are off her feet, she starts to right herself, but not before I stop her. “Spread your feet apart, keep your legs straight, and touch your ankles.” Again she is weighing my words and trying to visualize exactly what she’s getting herself into. After a moment, she steps her legs out to the side and bends back down to her ankles. I can now see every inch of her ass, anus and all.

The beautiful lips of her pussy are oh-so-visible between the junction of her legs, and I want to reach out to her waiting hole so bad it’s a physical pain in my groin. Instead, I do the next best thing. “Now reach down and spread your pussy lips for me.”

She hesitates only a moment before parting her lips with her fingers, so I can see the pink slick skin of her folds. Her entry is begging to be touched—begging to be fucked. Again, she can’t hide the wetness that has escaped in her need. My cock is throbbing for her, but the lady wishes for a shower, so she’ll get a shower. Afterward, I will absolutely put her through her paces for making me wait.

“You sure you want a shower?” I taunt, but before giving her a chance to answer, I approach her and touch the small of her back. “Get in. We wouldn’t want to waste water, would we?” At that, she finally rights herself, gives me my favorite shy smile, and steps in the shower stall.

I grab the towel she’s left folded on the floor next to the tub and go to the bathroom counter to wait. I strip my clothes off and leave them heaped on the floor and wait as patiently as my cock will allow.

A few minutes later, I see her hand reach down to the place her towel should be. Not finding it there, she peers out from behind the curtain at the towel I hold in my outstretched hand, and another precious smile creeps across her face. I’m a few feet away from her, forcing her to step out naked into the space between us. As I smile mockingly at her, she returns it with her sweet, innocent one. I desperately want to feel her naked body against mine after two days apart, and I don’t have to wait long. As she closes the space between us, I pull her tight into my arms, not wanting even a millimeter of space between us. Her body feels amazing, albeit dripping with water from her shower.

I finally pull away from her and hold her at arm’s length to look at her. Her chest is rising and falling, slow and deep, as water still trickles down her skin, and she continues to watch me expectantly. I know she’s turned on from the pre-shower show, and as I lean down to kiss her, I find my own neediness is going to be hard to control. I thrust my tongue deep into her warm mouth, finding it impossible to satiate my need to overcome her body. She runs her hands over my back and down to my hips where she pulls my body to hers. I guess she’s needy, too.

She doesn’t waste a second before she begs me for the one thing I won’t give her. “Please make love to me.” She desperately wants this, and the pain of my restraint is excruciating. I lean down and kiss her again and let her hands explore my body. When she reaches my hard erection, she wraps her hand as far around my shaft as she can and starts to stroke. This is my heaven, and I know it will be nearly impossible not to fuck her.

As the intensity of our kissing heightens, so does her demanding touch. She wants to be fucked very badly, and in an attempt to keep myself from throwing her on the floor and giving her what she wants, I turn her body to face the counter and mirror, taking my place behind her. I start to kiss her neck while my erection teases her back and hips. I watch her beautiful face in the mirror with wonderment that I’ve missed her so much after only a couple of days apart. I caress her breasts as she watches my every move. This isn’t enough for her, and she keeps reaching back for my cock, wanting me to give into her wishes.

I move her hands back to the counter as a resigned look comes over her face, and she lets out a slow deep breath. Understanding is now upon her. “You won’t make love to me, will you?” The disappointment is clear on her face.

I slowly shake my head from side to side without saying a word. The look of hurt on her beautiful face is evident and painful to see. She must know by now my attraction for her is very real and very powerful, and there is no reason to feel rejected. But the look on her face tells me she has no idea. She continues her questioning. “But you’re obviously not saying we can’t be together at all?”

I shake my head. “I’ve already tried that approach enough times to know I would fail miserably.”

She can’t help but object. “But I want it to be you.”

I try to calm her fears. “What if I promise to make it up to you in other ways?” She returns my gaze with her own confused look before I continue.

* * *

“Shall I tell you how it would feel to make love to me? Perhaps that would appease your need?” He has the most amazing seductive voice.

He doesn’t wait for my response before trailing his lips down the side of my neck, never taking his eyes off mine in the mirror. His voice is aroused and throaty. “The first thrust would be severe, but you’d welcome it greedily. In fact, you’d instantly want more.”

He continues to taunt me with his tongue around the nape of my neck, never losing sight of my eyes. “I wouldn’t make you wait more than a moment before I thrust inside you again. You’re wetness for me would let me go deeper, and with each thrust your body would accept more and more of me, until you’d taken every last inch deep inside you.”

He’s now on the other side of my neck, eyes searing holes in my brain. The head of his hard, thick cock is brushing my lower back, taunting me further. I want to turn and grab him and make him fuck me, just like he’s describing, but the seduction is just too pleasurable. “The pain would be extreme but equally gripping. Your body would rise to meet mine every time I drove into you, and before long you’d be thrusting your body against mine as much I was thrusting into yours. Your hunger for release would start to overshadow your pain, and as your clit starts to swell with need you’d beg me to fuck you harder … and I would.”

I’m now panting and my legs feel like rubber. I can’t take my eyes off his, and with every brush of his warm breath on my neck and ear, my desire reaches a new height. I want to feel his hands all over my electrified body, and I don’t think I can take much more of his torture. “I’d pound you until I was certain I must be hurting you, but the look in your eyes would tell me it was exactly what you needed.”

The fingers of his hand are now trailing down my back and sending shock waves up my spine everywhere they touch. “Your pussy would tighten around me like a vice, and when you finally came it would be harder than my tongue or fingers could ever make you come.”

His fingers are now sliding between the cheeks of my bottom. “Your body would spasm as my thrusting continued through your orgasm. I wouldn’t waste time after you’d finished to let go of myself.”

He’s now moved himself directly behind me and uses his other hand to gently but firmly lean me over the counter. My cheeks open to his still lingering fingers, and he makes no move to pull them away. He finally finishes his seduction. “And as I finally reach my peak, I’d come deep in your tight pussy and finally claim your body for myself.”

At that, he brushes his finger over my exposed anus as a shudder washes over my body. He watches me closely as I gasp for breath. He studies my eyes for what seems an impossibly long time before leaning over me and whispering in my ear. “I want you to let me taste your ass while you make yourself come.”

I gasp again, suddenly terrified and electrified at the same time. My self-consciousness is screaming at me to run, but my body, so starved for his attention, is locking me in place, wanting nothing more than to give him every part of me. He doesn’t wait for my response before he slips his hand between my thighs and pushes them further apart. He instructs me to bend over further to the counter so I’m bent at a nearly ninety-degree angle at the waist. He then kneels behind me. I’m mortified and can’t believe that I’m so exposed to him in this way. He starts stroking my anus again, relaxing the tightness I feel there. But before I’m able to fully relax myself to this sensation, I’m struck when his mouth touches the gathered skin. His mouth is warm and gentle as he kisses and licks the most vulnerable part of my body. He stops only long enough to demand I make myself come. He reaches up and guides my hand down to my waiting sex, where I start to rub my swollen clit.

He starts exploring me with his tongue, pushing past the rim of my hole. He shows no sign of hesitancy, and my arousal starts to build at his obvious satisfaction. When he urges me to push my finger into my wet, waiting pussy, I don’t hesitate a second. His mouth is suddenly off of me as he takes in the view of my finger sliding in and out of my hot entry. The pressure of his mouth is replaced by his finger as he gently but forcefully presses his finger into my bottom. This new sensation causes my muscles to tense and sends a sharp wave of pain through me until my muscles relax again. Once my body loosens to this new invasion, he starts to finger my bottom slowly as I keep fingering my other entry. I can feel his finger passing over mine through the thin wall of my vagina as he continues his gentle thrusting. His breathing has quickened, and it doesn’t take long for me to reach my climax. As I come, he removes his finger and returns to kissing and licking my puckered hole gently.

As my legs start to buckle, he stands swiftly and turns me into his arms. He kisses me fiercely and forcefully, taking over my mouth with his tongue. His hard erection is trapped between our bodies, and I desperately want to relieve him of his need. Apparently, he’s thinking the same thing as he whispers in my ear, “Let me fuck your beautiful mouth.”

He hardly waits for an answer before pulling me to the doorway of the bathroom and backing me up against the inside of the door frame. I barely have time to wonder about his odd choice of location before he continues his assault on my mouth. I reach down to touch his engorged penis, and my lightest touch causes him to pull back and concentrate on my hand. As my hand starts to stroke up and down on his shaft, his breathing begins to hitch, and the muscles in his stomach start to quiver and contract. He finally grabs both of my wrists and pulls them swiftly up above my head and holds them to the frame of the door.

He orders me down to my knees, keeping my hands pinned to the door frame above my head. “Put your rear up against the door jamb.”

I scoot back into position, my calves straddling either side of the doorway. As I look up at him in anticipation, he runs the fingers of his free hand through my hair before gently pinning my head back against the door frame as well. I suddenly understand the odd location. He’s got me on my knees, against the door frame with my calves straddling the door and my head braced against the frame as well—perfect height for his cock in my mouth and nowhere for my mouth to move except open to accept however much of him he chooses to give me.

I’m suddenly nervous as my head and upper body are locked in place. He senses my fear and his face softens. “Don’t worry. I won’t go too far. If you start to feel like it’s too much, just pinch my hand with your fingers.” He gives me his reassuring, gentle smile. “Now, open your mouth.” I obey slowly while looking up at him. His eyes bore holes into my brain as he begins pushing his hips forward, entering my mouth and stretching my lips taught. Just as he assured me, he only pushes his length partially into my mouth, and I start to relax. He pulls out and plunges back in, again taking care not to push too far—still, he is filling my mouth and stretching my lips to their limit. My mouth starts to fill with saliva as he continues his thrusting.