I place the towel over my hand and step up behind her. “I’m just going to dry you off, okay?”
She nods so I bring my towel-covered hand to her front as I press my bare chest to her back. I slowly move it over her stomach and then up to her breasts. When I connect with them, her head rolls to the side as a light moan fills the silence of the room. I move to the other breast and make sure to twist her nipple to cause her to gasp. I drag the towel up to her neck, where I grip her tightly, not choking her but enough to show her I’m in command.
I place my lips close to her ear as I say, “Spread your legs.”
“Breaker . . .” she whispers right before I feel her swallow.
“Spread them, Ophelia,” I repeat, and this time, she listens. “Good girl.” I drag the towel down, between her breasts, past her stomach, and straight between her legs. Her head falls back against my chest as she groans.
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face as I move the towel back up her stomach only to lower my body so her ass is right in front of my face. I bring the towel to the two round globes and act like I’m drying them off, but in reality, I’m giving them a gentle squeeze.
Her ass is so perfect, and I’ll be a happy man the day I get to spank it. But not today.
I drag the towel down her left leg and then all the way back up, where I briefly pass over her pussy, and then drag the towel down her other leg. Meanwhile, she holds still, her hands propped against the window.
“There,” I say as I toss the towel to the side. “Let’s see how I did.” I place both hands at her ankles and then slowly drag them up the sides of her legs, using my fingertips rather than my palm. Goosebumps break out over her skin as I continue to work my way up until I’m standing and my hands are at her waist. “Dry so far,” I say as I walk my hands up her stomach, and then with my chest against her back, I cup each breast and pass my thumbs over her nipples.
“Fuck,” she whispers as her head once again falls back.
“You like your tits being played with, don’t you?” When she doesn’t answer, I squeeze her nipple and say, “Don’t you?”
“Yes,” she breathes out heavily.
“I thought so.” I keep hold of one breast, lightly massaging it, while I drag my other hand up to her throat and grip it firmly. “You also like it when I hold you like this, don’t you?”
She nods against my chest, and her confirmation turns me on more.
“Good answer. Seems like you’re dry, but I just have one more place to check.” I keep my hand at her throat, my thumb pressed into her jaw, as my other hand floats down her stomach, past her belly button, and straight to the spot between her legs. I slip one finger over her slit and revel with just how fucking turned on she is. “Ophelia, I thought I dried you off.” I drag my finger over her clit, causing her to moan. “But you’re incredibly wet. How could that be?”
I remove my finger and bring it up to my mouth, where I let her hear me suck on it, while still holding her by the neck. “Fuck, you taste so good.” I place my hand on her hip as I speak softly to her. “Now, you have two choices. I can either lick you clean or bring the towel between your legs again. You tell me what you want.”
She gasps for air, and I let up on my hold only a touch.
“What’s it going to be?”
“I . . . I don’t know,” she responds, too shy to ask for it. Well, that’s not what I want to hear, so I’m going to have to force her to beg for it. I know she wants me, and I know she wants this. It’s getting her out of her comfort zone that I need to work on.
“Okay, then I will decide for you. I’ll use the towel.”
I release her neck and reach for the towel just as she says, “No.”
I pause and ask, “No, what?”
“I . . . I don’t want the towel.”
I smirk and then bring my hands up to her breasts where I gently play with them, letting my fingers pinch and tug on her nipples. “Then what do you want?”
She takes a few shallow breaths before she says, “Your . . . your tongue.”
I moan into her ear, letting her know I’m pleased, as I say, “Good choice.”
And then without warning, I spin her around so her ass is against the window now, and I pin her hands up again. “Keep these there and spread your legs wider.”
She does as she’s told, and when I think she’s ready, I press a kiss to the swell of her breast, and then drag my tongue to her nipple where I lap at it a few times. She writhes against my mouth, wanting more, but I take my time. I go at my own pace, and when I’m ready, I move down her stomach, kissing the entire way until I’m kneeling in front of her.