Instead of pulling away, I stand statue-still, waiting for Alyssa to move. When she doesn’t and remains just as still, I place my hand on her stomach, bringing her closer. She doesn’t object, so I place my other hand on the curve of her hip. Our heavy breathing is competing with the sound of the shower.
The water is bouncing off Alyssa’s jacket, and I take my hands off her long enough to slide it down her arms. It lands with a heavy thud at our feet.
Does she want me to touch her again? She hasn’t run from the room. Or demanded to know what the hell I’m doing. That must be a good sign, right?
As I’m mentally debating what to do, Alyssa drops her head back onto my chest. I’ll take that as a sign that we’re on the same page. I splay my hands on her stomach and once again pull her closer to me. Our bodies are pressed together so tightly there is no hiding how much I want her. Even through my jeans, my cock is branding her lower back.
Glancing down the front of her, I see that the water has soaked through her leotard, almost making it transparent. Her nipples are spearing through the thin fabric, and I can make out the dark areolas. I groan with the desperate need to suck them into my mouth.
“Do you know how much I want to fuck you right now?” My hands skim up her torso, and I cup her breasts. They’re not large but they fit perfectly into my hands.
“Tell me how much,” she says on a husky whisper.
“More than I need to breathe.” I pluck and twirl her nipples between my fingers, making her moan. My cock twitches at the sound, ready to plow into her.
Her butt squirms up against me like she needs more connection. “I wouldn’t want you passing out from lack of oxygen.” She reaches her hands behind her and links her fingers at the back of my neck, arching her back and pushing her breasts harder into my palms.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Twinkle Toes?” I suck water from her neck and lick my tongue over her racing pulse.
“Yes,” she moans.
One hand massages her tits while the other travels south. I slide my fingers behind the waistband of her pants and under her tights. I ghost a finger over her panty-covered pussy.
“Yes, what?” I want to hear her say it.
“I want you to fuck me, Hayden.”
Hearing the words and my name from her lips shoots pure desire to my cock, making me harder than I thought possible.But a thought niggles at the back of my mind. There’s a reason I shouldn’t be doing this. I’ve spent eight years keeping away from temptation. Alyssa is the biggest temptation of them all. One I can’t deny. I’ve tried. It doesn’t work.
Why should I? We both want this. I shouldn’t be so terrified to take the next step. Nothing will happen except a mind-blowing orgasm. It will be good to feel one again that doesn’t come from my hand.
With her back still toward me, I unlink her fingers from my neck and lower her arms by her sides, pushing the straps of her leotard down along the way, exposing her breasts. I cup them in my hands again, and like she’s lost the energy to stand on her feet, she slaps her palms on the tile wall, causing her to bend slightly at the waist.
“Christ.” I grit my teeth as she pushes her butt against my cock.
She wiggles her hips, silently telling me what she needs. And I want to give it to her. What is it about Alyssa that makes me throw all caution out the damn window? Making me forget why this is a bad idea. Maybe I’ll regret this later, want to kick myself for being so reckless, but fuck it. This is what I want, and I’m taking it. I palm her ass and grind my cock into her. Her head drops forward on a long groan. Our clothes are too restrictive and getting in the way of her sweet spot.
Pulling her up straight, I spin her around. She slips on the wet floor, and I hook my arm around her waist to steady her. Water is pouring over our heads. Our chests are heaving like we’ve run a marathon.
When her gaze drops to my lips, all I want to do is taste hers. I have no idea who moved first when our mouths frantically collide. There’s no finesse in the kiss. Lips, tongue, and teeth. Her hands run up and down my back. Mine are memorizingevery part of her. Like they know this moment might never happen again.
She unzips my fly and reaches into my underwear. When she grabs a firm hold of my cock, my knees buckle. “Oh fuck.” I drop my forehead onto hers and squeeze my eyes shut as she slowly strokes me. It feels so fucking good.Shefeels so fucking good.
Backing her against the tile wall, my lips travel across her jaw, down the elegant slope of her neck, across her collarbone, and to her pert tits. Her rosy, pink nipples pebble, waiting for me to suck them. As I flick one with my tongue, she releases my cock to tunnel her fingers in my hair, clasping me to her chest.
“Oh yes. That feels amazing.” Alyssa sighs.
I should probably take her into my bedroom where it’s more comfortable, but I don’t want to break this moment. If we leave the confinement of the shower and step out of the room, it may shatter what we’re doing. Taking a step back, I kneel in front of her.
“I like where this is heading,” she says, her voice husky with need. She doesn’t have to touch me; her voice alone can make my cock as hard as stone.
I unbuckle her boots and throw them into a corner of the shower. Next, I unzip her pants and tug them, along with the tights, down her legs, the wet fabric making it difficult to peel from her body. They too land with a splat next to the boots. All that’s left is the pink leotard around her waist. It doesn’t take long for it to be added to the pile of clothes.
Leaning back on my heels, I take in her nakedness. “You’re gorgeous.” The most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen.
“I don’t exactly have all the curves in the right places. Actually, I lack any curves.” She giggles.
No, she may not have voluptuous curves, but her dancer’s body is strong and powerful. Her body can do amazing things. “You’re pure perfection.”