I didn’t cover myself, and I also didn’t scream or demand he leave. The dream was still too close, the ache between my legs was still present too. I smiled instead, slow and deliberate, and watched his gaze drop to my boobs, then lower.
“Don’t just stand there,” I said with a steady voice despite the sudden hammer of my pulse. “Get over here and join me.”
He hesitated only a second. Then the shoes dropped to the floor with a soft thud. He stepped into the bathroom, closed the door behind him, and began undressing without looking away from me.
He removed his shirt first, revealing the torso I had imagined only minutes earlier; the jeans followed. I mean he f*****g shoved it down along with his underwear. His c**k was already half-hard, thickening further as he stepped under the spray wi
