Chapter 138

[Cordelia]

He is standing in front of me, water beading down his chest, outlining each muscle as it makes its path down his body, trailing all the way down to where my hands rest on the waistband of his pants. I have never taken this kind of initiative with him, taking over, demanding what I want. Our sexual relationship is still far too new. I still have so much to learn.

"Are you going to take what you want," he challenges me, raising one eyebrow in provocation.

I unbuckle his belt. "Only if you are good." I tease. "Maybe I'll make you suffer first."

My hand rubs the hardness of his dick outlined sharply on the wet slacks as they cling to his body. He closes his eyes in pleasure, his mouth opening as I stroke him slowly, giving the tip of him extra attention. He moans, placing his hands on the wall above me to steady himself as I continue to pleasure him through the slick layer of cloth.

He begins to rock his hips against my hand, increasing the rate and depth of each stroke, usin