CHAPTER 39: SENSUAL STROKES

"Can I come in?"

Aaliyah gasped, lying inside the bathtub. She had just finished soaking in and about to take a shower before stepping out. With these flip-flops, she’s been able to walk on her own so he needn’t escort her into the bathroom whenever she wanted to take her bath.

She had left him sitting on her bed.

"I’m fine. You don’t have to come," She replied.

He was silent for a while, "Let’s take a shower together,"

"W...what?!" She stood there, only wearing tiny shorts that barely covered her bum and a cropped vest she wore over her breasts. They were already soaked from the soapy, and she was planning to take them off during the shower.

"Can I come in?"

"No...," She bit her lip, thinking of what to do.

"Okay," He said.

Aaliyah felt bad. She looked down at what she was wearing, deciding if it would be enough. If she did let him in, then she wouldn’t have to take them off and shower like that. But, can she handle him being in here while she was as naked as this?

"Alastair?" She took in a deep breath and held it.

"Yes?" He was still standing right outside.

"Come in,"

He walked in with his shirt and pants off, only putting on shorts. Aaliyah could not look at him directly, pretending he wasn’t there as she turned on the warm shower. The room was slowly getting filled with steam, and she stood under it with her back turned to him.

She could feel his gaze on her, making her more wary of herself. The clothes could not protect her from the piercing of his eyes, and breathing properly was another thing she found hard to do.

When he stepped on water and came closer, she heard the sound of his feet stepping on water right before a large calm snaked around her waist and pulled her back to him. Her back hit his chest, and she forced herself not to let out a crazy scream and stay sane.

The water ran down their bodies, every drop of water pooling between their bodies felt like it was boiling, melting their skins together.

"Turn around," He whispered into her ear with that deep compelling voice of his that brought chills down her spine. She did as she was told, slowly turning around to face him.

He looked gorgeous under the running water.

A finger caressed and drew a line for her waist, up her stomach, and down her arm till it got to the palm of her hand. She had been trying to hold back the gasps of ignition wracking through her body when she felt him slip something wet and solid into her palm.

Looking down, she saw that it was soap.

Did he want her to bathe him?

She looked up at him with a question in her eyes, and he nodded in confirmation.

"Remember how Ginny bath Lucas in that book I read to you?" He said to her.

Understanding him, her cheeks grew red and hot. In fact, her whole face was flaring like it had caught on fire. The way they had described that kind of bath was deeply sensual and caressive. It was more of a pleasure bath.

"Something like this," He took the soap from her and applied it on both hands, then he began rubbing his palm on her neck... spreading the soap evenly around while applying the right pressure. The way he moved his fingers and palms on her skin, guiding them languidly in circular movements made her skin tingle and her eyes roll.

"Now you try it," He handed her the soap again, and she didn’t even realize she had closed her eyes till she opened them again.

Just as he had done, she applied gentle pressure with sensual strokes around his chest, guiding her fingers around his skin. The way she picked up the movements and caressed his neck, down to his chest like she was messaging him thoroughly. The sight of his chest had her swallowing multiple times, and she couldn’t help but trace the soap along his tattoos, admiring every inch of his tough body.

A Humm of pleasure rumbled out of his throat, clearly enjoying what she was doing. His member was twitching badly again, and he wasn’t doing a good job ignoring it.

Alastair could already imagine him going down on her knee, taking it out, and putting her mouth all over it. The Work she had done on it the last time was still glued to his head, and he could not forget how mind-blowing that orgasm had been.

Her touch was lethal...and he had gotten addicted to the lethality from just one round of it.

Having no idea about what was going on in his head, Aaliyah continued to bath him. She washed his hands, chest and turned to do his back too. She had already gotten a full grasp of it and was driving him insane with no clue of what she was achieving.

Once she was through with his upper body, it finally dawned on her that she was gonna have to do his legs...and everything else down there.

She froze for a second, unable to look him in the eye. Was she really gonna wash him there too?

"Little Siren?" He murmured hoarsely like he was being tortured right now.

Aaliyah jumped, "Huh?"

"On Your knees!" His dominating side was trying to take over, but he was quick to pull himself back again, "You cannot wash my legs until you lean down," He uttered with more control of his voice.

"Do I uhhh," she cleared her throat, "Have to take off your...shorts?" Why the hell was her throat always so dry and itchy around him?

"Yes," He mumbled, almost in a strangled tone.

Aaliyah went down as told, trying to control herself also. But as soon as she saw a huge bulge poking and running down his shorts and she was reminded of what happened the last time she touched it, her toes curled and her leg shook.

Her face was ready to explode.

Maybe they should change the temperature of the shower to cold, maybe that would help.

Maybe.

Her hands were shaking as she pulled down the shorts, revealing the full length and girth of the monster he’d been hiding in there. She tried not to look as she began washing him from his foot, but that was almost impossible when it was right there staring at her face.

The muscles, the veins that had popped out, looked so strained and painful.

Was he...in pain?

She stared at his face, but his eyes maintained that hard-core look, although his hands were another story.

He had turned them into fists, glued to his sides to keep them there. It was taking him everything he had not to grab her face, and fuck her mouth till his liquid was running down her throat as much as it was Rolling down her lips.

God...those lips...

As she climbed higher and higher, her excitement and nervousness kept increasing knowing she would soon touch it again.

Even if she was taking it incredibly slow to waste away time, she could not run away from it. She took a lot of soap into her palm again, looking between his face and his member which looked like it was twitching.

Her dainty hands then touched it, and took a long stroke starting from the base, dragging along the body and to the cap in a slow and sensual massage.

Alastair could not stand anymore. That move was all it took for him to hit his back on the wall, and grab her hand to stop her from moving those incredible hands again. He was afraid he would spew right there all over her face if she tried that again.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" She worried and asked.

Hurt him? More like ruin him. If only she knew the power she held over him in these matters. He was becoming senseless, and he wanted more and more. He couldn’t back away now. Not when she’s given him something to remember.

"Don’t mind me," He breathed huskily, making purring sounds with his throat, "Continue," he added.

To wash it properly, she continued with her long and sensual strokes like he taught her. She made sure her palm dragged, and her fingers massaged every corner. She could not believe how much bigger he was growing, and how much he was throbbing. The look of helplessness that was now written clearly on his face informed her that he was... very much enjoying this.

Aaliyah felt her body tingling back, and she began stroking him harder and fasting, noticing how he would seethe and purr, especially when she rubbed his cap. It was throwing her off the edge, and she had applied more pressure to those sensitive parts, and now he was grabbing the walls for support.

"Fuck....Yes!" He yelped, legs trembling.

Precum flowed out, and she watched it roll out. Remembering how delicious he tasted, she could not help herself and didn’t think before she suddenly leaned in and swallowed his cap into her mouth, sucking out the liquid.

Alastair did go insane at that point.

"Aaliyah...!" He moaned shamelessly, gasping for breath.

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