We saunter into what I presume to be his room, and he makes his way into the bathroom at the far end. As my feet make contact with the cold tiles, he still makes no suggestions, leaving me feeling a little letdown. He retains me in his arms, and I have no doubt that he is aware of the longing expression of desire on my face. Since he seems to be moving so slowly, I pull his face to mine and force our lips together. I can't wait any longer to taste him.

Glorious! Sweet! Heavenly! He is a mixture of vanilla and chocolate, with a topping of cream.


I wanted to demonstrate to him how skilled I am at kissing, but we only manage one fucking lengthy kiss before he abruptly pulls away.

Like, what the freaking fuck?

I mean, excuse me!


I'm such a lousy kisser that he had to stop just after the first one. Is there something wrong with my mouth, my breath, or something? I anticipated that his arms would stroke every inch of my body as soon as we sauntered here, his tongue exploring every corner of my mouth. I visualized him kissing me incessantly until I could think of no better kisser than him. And all I get is a lousy, half-nonsense kiss?

"Why don't you unwind in the bath first and wait for me, my student?" He says, annoying the fuck out of me.


For the love of God, I am not in the mood to wait, but anyway, it's alright. I am Ellie Marrie, and one of my principles is to never force anything. He can go and f**k himself for all I care while I scour these sinful lusts in this hot bath. My mind also has to be purified so that I can cease perceiving things in this jerk that aren't actually there! And here I mistakenly assumed that his boner was eagerly bulging, ready to stroke my tight walls. What a wrong perception! What a turnoff!

I begin stripping off my clothes one by one while oblivious to his presence, tossing them on the ground, and as the last piece of clothing lands on the floor, he turns his back on my not-attractive nude appearance. He leaves the room but pauses briefly at the door to cast a fleeting glance my way. I step my feet into the luxurious bathroom jacuzzi as the door slams shut, his hefty footsteps retreating from the door.

Holy he-goat!

I lay down in the tepid water, close my eyes, and relish the stimulating sensation of relaxation it gives my skin and bones. Oh, dear! Even my body is appreciating how incredible it feels right now. Muscle aches will at least somewhat be resolved thanks to this bath, but what about this urge? My lower belly stings, and my clitoral area is throbbing like fuck.

Damn!

Why did he have to abandon me in this state, huh? Crap! I have never been this desperate and ravenous for a sex bitch before. Perhaps because of that fool, Leo was always there every time I spread my legs toward him. I cursed that moron a million times! The one that left me in this need too!

Surprisingly weird, Leo never made me feel this aroused, but a random stranger can turn me on this fast. Weird! Which of these two idiots, though, is the worst—the one who turns me on and leaves me to battle with my urge, or the jerk who was always quick to ram his cock inside of me anytime I showed any signs of need but never got me this horny? I curse both of them novertheless!

I should perhaps touch myself. I heard that fingers can work wonders as well, particularly in this scenario where there isn't any other alternative. I have too much bile in my abdomen. My nipples are so painfully hard under the warm waters. I am burning with desire. I have to do something to ease this pain. I crawl my hand up my thigh and start to close my eyes, unsure of how this will feel. Never have I thought of this.

"Did I keep you waiting?"

Shit! I abandon my mission.

A cursed enemy of pleasure!

I know that this is his house and that he has the right to loiter anywhere, but who summoned him back here? He abandoned me, and my hand was about to make me experience the zenith of fingering myself, but I now have to stop and instead deal with this pain and desire that he caused. He is just so...argh!

Unfortunately, I am unable to focus on my bath. Making the assumption that he is not here is difficult too. My entire body is submerged in the water as I turn my head to the opposite side, challenging myself that I can't assume him. He steps in, and as he parks himself next to me, his warm, bare skin soon tickles mine. All the way down to my feet, I can feel his skin parallel to mine.

A call for sin! I wriggle!

The mere concept that we are both naked inside the water and our bodies are brushing like this fuels my already burning desires. His one hand is massaging my thighs as his other is on my head, probing through it.

"Are you mad?" My eyes meet his fiery, dark eyes as his voice draws my gaze to him. Those eyes, huh?

"Should I be?" I respond angrily, jerking slightly from the feeling of his hand between my thighs but partying them a little to permit his gestures anyway.

"You won't regret this later." He asks as his hand, which was on my head, snags my breast and causes me to arch toward him.

Darn!

"No. You? Do you have a spouse or girlfriend? Because I wouldn't want to experience this with someone's fiance or a married man," I implore, his touches setting my entire being on fire. Even if he has, I doubt he can stop now.

"None!" Short and straight, just the way I wanted.

My heart throbs at his declaration. Perfect. This is perfect. There is nothing to hold us down. We have no other people to think about except us. "That makes two of us then. Nothing to regret about," I whimper.

He pulls me towards him and snuggles up to me as he aggressively pinches my very erect nipples while moulding the boobs. I bite my lower lip to prevent moans from escaping.

"What do you desire, then?" He implores, lowering his face to mine as the tip of his cock rubs the side of my leg.

So hard, but soft! I reach out and wrap my hand over it before giving it a light stroke. I adore how sweetly it slid in my hand, thanks to the water. Its tremendous size makes me part my legs apart, imagining it penetrating inside of me.