On your knees

I was frozen on my spot. But my eyes didn't. Letting out a shaky breath, with my heart racing, I Iet my gaze appreciate the sight before me.

Marvelous.

No. Even 'marvelous' wasn't enough to describe him.

His hands were firmly pressed on the wall. With his head hung low and broad shoulders rising up and down with his heavy breaths, he stood under the shower with his muscles tense. Water droplets rolled down his broad sculpted shoulders to his back relentlessly, touching his tanned skin that my hands itched to touch.

My cheeks heated up as I let my eyes travel down to his narrow hip and firm behind, to those strong powerful thighs and legs.

My mouth dried and I found myself licking my lips. My lower abdomen warmed as desire to see him, feel him, filled me.

I found myself walking inside, silently locking the door behind me. As if sensing my presence, his form tensed. But he didn't move, nor did he turn to me.

My sexy man is very mad at me. Maybe I know how to calm him down.

I bit