"I just hoped you would. And I know that I can be pretty persuasive."
"Yes, you can."
She started looking around again and I realized I was being rude by just staring at her. “Okay, so this is the living room." I walked over to her, grabbed her hand, and steered her to the windows all along the back of the apartment. The lights from the small shops on Main Street made the view of the sweet town even lovelier. I wrapped my arms around her.
"It's beautiful,” she said.
"You're beautiful," I whispered into her ear.
She laughed. "I'm a mess."
I was sweaty from the beach and my skin was tight from the saltwater. But she looked perfect. And despite the sunscreen and ocean water, I could still smell a subtle scent of cherries on her skin.
She ran her fingers through her hair.
"Well, I was thinking maybe a quick shower could be the rain portion of the date you requested."
"Actually, that sounds perfect. Are you sure that's okay?" She turned around to face me.
Did she think I meant I was just going to let her shower by herself? That wasn’t my plan at all. I smiled down at her, already thinking about her naked skin dripping with water. "Come with me." I grabbed her hand and led her to my bedroom, one of the closed doors next to the kitchen. I flipped the lights on.
My bed was in the center. Pristine white sheets just begging for me to get dirty with Penny. I turned on another light and stepped into my walk-in closet. She looked around the large space. There was a whole row of white collared shirts and suit jackets. And below it, all my pants were folded on hangers. Shoes lined the bottom of the closet.
"You really don't need your sweaters back." She was staring at the dozens that were folded on shelves next to my dress shirts.
I laughed. "I'm afraid I don't really have anything for you to change into." I opened up a few drawers.
"Could I just borrow one of those shirts?"
I handed her one of the V-necks from the drawer I had just opened, switched off the light, and led her to the bathroom. There was an elegant bath to the left with a few steps up to it. And attached was a shower with three glass walls. The vanity was to the right and the only things on it were my toothbrush and some toothpaste. If she was still searching for something personal, she wasn’t going to find it.
I switched on the shower as she was looking around. Then I came up to her and slowly unzipped her hoodie. She didn’t need to hide. Not here. No one would ever find out about us here. I slowly slid the fabric down her arms, pushing her hoodie until it fell to the ground. Only she could make a hoodie sexy. I pulled her tank top up her sides and over her ribcage, trailing my fingers along her soft skin. She lifted her hands in the air and I pulled it off over her head. I undid her shorts and then slowly slid them off her hips. Since her bathing suit had been snatched, she was left completely naked in the center of my bathroom. Her skin was a little bronzed from our time in the sun, despite her insistence she’d burn. There were more freckles beneath her eyes too, and I found myself leaning in closer to see them better.
"Do you mind if I join you?" I asked. I could already feel myself growing hard again.
She shook her head.
I slowly undressed. I wanted her again. I wanted her here, in my apartment, in my shower. I wanted her to be mine. I stepped into the shower and she followed me.
My hands were on her as soon as she was under the water. The water fell on our heads as we kissed under its constant stream.
I grabbed a bottle of body wash from the ledge and poured some into my hand. "Face the wall," I said. My voice sounded tight, like I was about to lose it. Maybe I would have if she wasn’t so good at following my instructions. But she did exactly what she was told. I pushed her lightly so that her breasts were pressed against the tile, then slowly rubbed my soapy hands up the back of her legs, massaging her thighs. I cupped her ass in my hands. God I loved her ass.
My fingers wandered over her plump ass and between her legs. I bet she was soaking wet for me already. Her body was so responsive. As soon as I thought it, she moved her hips back, arching into me.
Not yet. I swept my hands away from her wetness and across her back. I massaged her shoulders and ran my soapy hands up her arms and across her clavicle. It was a sin for anyone to be this perfect. I wanted her all to myself. Again and again. I wasn’t sure I could ever tire of her, even though I’d always found it easy to run from one thing to the next in the past.
I pulled her away from the wall just enough so that I could touch one of my favorite parts of her. I massaged her breasts gently, the soap suds lathering on her slick skin. Her tits were heavy and full, such perfection. My erection pressed against the small of her back. See what you do to me?
"Professor Hunter," she moaned. "Please."
I loved teasing her almost as much as I loved when she begged. I pulled her underneath the water, washing the soap away. "Is something wrong, Penny?"
"No."
I pushed her back against the tile. "Is there something that you wanted?" I was seconds away from devouring every inch of her. It had been too long since I’d tasted her sweet cunt.
"Yes."
The steam of the shower surrounded her. She looked almost ethereal. And even though she was bad at voicing her desires, I knew what she needed. I leaned over and took one of her nipples in my mouth and bit it lightly. I pinched her other nipple between two of my fingers and she writhed under my touch.
"And what is it that you want?" I left a trail of kisses down her stomach and stopped right where I knew she wanted it the most. I knew it. But I still wanted her to say it. I wanted her to beg me. I wanted her to scream my name.
"You."
"Do you mean like this?" I stroked her pussy with my tongue. God, the taste of her.
"Professor Hunter," she moaned.
I knelt before her on the tile floor and lifted her thighs over my shoulders. I needed the perfect angle for what I wanted to do to her. I slid two fingers inside her aching pussy.
She gasped.
"Or maybe you'd prefer that I fuck you with my fingers?" You dirty girl.
"Yes!"
I moved my lips to her clit and sucked on it hard. She tried to move, but I pinned her against the shower wall, completely immobilizing her. I wanted to make her come. How many times had I dreamt of having her just like this in my shower? How many times had I jerked off right here thinking about her? I pumped my hand faster, moving my fingers in and out of her. I continued to stroke her clit with my tongue, driving us both crazy.
"Yes!" she screamed again.
I pushed her thighs even farther apart. The position allowed my fingers to go even deeper. I licked and swirled my tongue over her clit, feeling it grow beneath my mouth. I could feel her body start to shudder in my arms. That’s right, baby. I placed my lips around her clit again and sucked hard.
"Professor Hunter!"
I continued to thrust my fingers in and out of her as she orgasmed. Her pussy walls constricting around my fingers. So fucking tight.
When she was completely spent, I lowered her feet back to the floor. I grabbed the bottle from the ledge and quickly washed myself off. She just stood there, staring at me. I wanted to push her down and shove my cock down her throat. But I loved pleasing her. And she looked so relaxed and sated, like her body could just slide down the sleek tile wall and she could fall asleep in the steam. I wanted her. Desperately. But I also wanted her to feel safe here. I thought about the marks on her back. I didn’t want to ever hurt her again.