Gemma snaps out of the relaxed trance.
Her hesitation is a palpable thing. I trace patterns over the curve of her shoulders with my fingertips. I stand close enough to feel the kiss of her flushed skin against my chest.
“Turn around and look at what you do to me.”
Gemma spins to face me, holding my gaze with wide eyes. It takes her a few seconds. I can see the thoughts rippling across her expression as she works up the courage. Then her eyes dart down to take in my erection. They widen more and her lips part.
A gravelly chuckle leaves me.
“That’s what you do to me, baby.” I touch her chin. “Now, give me your hands.”
Her eyes fly to my face. “I’m not jerking you off!”
Snorting, I circle my hand around my cock and give it a lazy pull.
“That’s not what I meant.”
Gemma watches my hand move on my dick, transfixed by the languid way I squeeze and stroke. She sucks her lower lip into her mouth, making the desire to put her on her knees and fuck her pouty lips roar to life. I can’t hold back a slight groan. With one more tug, I release my dick.
“Give me your hands.”
Gemma places her injured hands in mine and I turn them. I hold her attention as I carefully clean the scrapes. Gemma hisses when I wipe a deeper cut, but keeps a brave face. When I’m done, I kiss both of her hurt palms.
“My turn.”
Gemma opens her mouth to argue with me. Once again, she assumes I’m only after one thing here. I’m not a mindless asshole, I can multitask.
I nudge her aside and step under the spray with a satisfied hum. My palms glide over my body as I quickly wash the muck away.
Gemma coughs and her glance falls away. I smirk and turn my face into the water, raking my fingers through my hair.
That’s right, sweetheart. We’re only biding time here.
Gemma will finally give in and all will be right with the world. I’ll prove once again that no one refuses me. More importantly, that she can’t refuse me.
Gemma is the only one I care about making that point to anymore. She could only hold out for so long.
My mouth waters with the tantalizing taste of success. It hangs in the air, the sweet flavor of her impending submission to my control. I’m going to take it.
Once I’m clean, I step out of the shower.
“Stay in as long as you want. I’ll put clothes out for you.”
I kick at her dirty pile of clothes in the middle of the floor. After I dry off, I tug on a pair of briefs.
The water splashes against the tile as Gemma stands beneath the showerhead again. She hums and it draws my attention. The curtain is sheer. I can see her silhouette, the curve of her hips and tits as she runs her hands over her hair.
Blowing out a quiet exhale, I sit down on the closed toilet lid.
The shower shuts off a minute later.
“Can you hand me a towel?”
I rest my elbows on my knees. “Get out. They’re right next to the shower.”
“I’m naked,” Gemma grumbles.
“I’m aware.” I snort, imagining the expression on her face. “I’ve already seen. You’re not going to surprise me. Hell, the curtain’s practically see-through, so I can still see all of you. Every sexy inch.”