Kendra

“Dennis?”

“Yeah?”

I poked my head out of the steaming bathroom. “Can you grab me a towel from that basket by my bed? I haven’t had a chance to put anything away yet.”

For a moment he looked like he wasn’t going to, but then thought against it and agreed, telling me that he would be right back.

“You are a bit of a devil Kendra and I think you know it.”

“I wouldn’t say that Dennis. I just really need a towel. I am dripping wet all over the place. You are the one being mean by making me wait.”

“And then you say things like that. We have plenty of time. Why don’t you let me come in there and dry you off?”

I sighed and looked at him through the crack in the door. He had a look of mischief in his eyes that I loved and remembered well. It hadn’t been too long ago that I would have loved to see that look on his face.

“Is that the only way that I am going to be able to get the towel?” I was making suggestions because I wanted him to come into the bathroom. I wanted to put it in his head and then I wanted to mess with it just a little bit. I wanted to test myself and see how far I could go before I couldn’t take anymore. I think that I could go further than he thought. I hoped anyways.

“What if I said yes?”

“You don’t sound so sure of yourself Dennis. Why is that?”

“Because you make me feel nervous as hell, especially knowing that you are wet and naked on the other side of the door, just feet from me. All I would have to do is move just a few steps and you could be in my arms.”

I stopped for a moment, my body trembling with his words and I was rethinking my whole plan. It wasn’t going to work if I couldn’t find a way to turn him down. I had done it before, but not when he was right here and I was, as he said, naked and wet. It seemed like a deadly combination all of a sudden, one that I wasn’t sure I wanted to deal with. Or if I would be able to.

“Well I need to get dry one way or another. So if that is the only way it is going to happen, hurry up and get in here before all of the cold air gets out.”

I swung the door wide and ignored the air conditioned air blowing in at me. My nipples got painfully hard almost immediately, but I wasn’t paying attention to that. I was paying attention to the man on the other side. His eyes were drawn to mine and turning a dark forest green in no time at all.

“Kendra.”

“I am cold, hurry up.”

I ignored the look and moved back a little bit so that he could come into the bathroom with me. He wouldn’t take his eyes off of me and he seemed to have forgotten what he was doing.

“Close the door please. It is cold. I think I mentioned that.” I was proud of myself for not sounding like I was losing my cool. I was, inside I was shaking like a leaf, but I still appeared to not be losing my shit.

“Oh sorry. You um, kind of…”

I couldn’t help the giggle that came out of me. I walked to the sink and waited for him to start. I watched him move towards me slowly, his eyes taking it all in, while I watched him. I don’t know why it was so much better than before. I don’t know why I was dying for him to touch me, literally felt like I would die if he didn’t soon.

Our eyes met in the mirror and I groaned inwardly. He was already devouring me by the way he looked and so help me I wanted him to do just that to me. I needed it.

“Are you going to start or do I need to?”

It was an innocent question that didn’t get an answer. Instead Dennis took his jacket off and moved towards me. The jacket was tossed on the bar on the shower and then he started to unbutton his shirt.

“What are you doing?”

“I don’t want to have to change and I have a feeling that I am going to get wet.”

I told him that I wouldn’t get him wet, but he still took it off anyways. I had to close my eyes to the hard lines that I could still feel pressed against my body from the other night. It was a feeling that I don’t think I was going to ever get rid of. The memories were burned into my brain and I didn’t have to see him, to see him behind me. I held my breath, sure that it would give away how wrecked he had me.

“Put your arms out Kendra, so that I can do this properly.”

Doing as he asked, I was almost immediately bombarded with his touch. The towel was warm and soft against my skin, a sharp contrast to the slickness of his hands. Every so often his hand would slip and he would rub my skin for a moment before he ‘realized’ what he was doing. Then it would be back to the warm towel and I was made to wait for it him to do it again. I did wait for it, with every breath in my being. I couldn’t help myself, no matter how hard I tried to stop the anticipation that was going to ruin it all.

“I think my tits are dry enough Dennis.”

He chuckled and I felt his hot breath on my sensitive earlobe. “I just want to make sure I am doing a good job.”

“I think you have done well.” My voice hitched as his fingers rubbed on my hardened nipples. He wasn’t even trying to pretend that it was an accident anymore. There were no more games, just his touch that drove me wild.

Another short laugh out of him before he moved down to my stomach and then the rest of my back with his hands. It wasn’t any better now that he left my tits alone and I soon realized the error of my ways. Why had I told him to move on from my nipples and breasts, when the only other places that were wet were going to be even worse on my senses? I really hadn’t thought it through. I was quickly regretting my decision whole-heartedly. Now I was wishing that I had just made him give me the towel because I was getting far too horny for my own good. I wanted him badly. I couldn’t help the need that I felt.

When he moved down to my ass, I was told to open my legs. So that he could do it proper, but I didn’t want to. I knew if I did, there were going to be slips and I don’t know if I could take much more. Dennis had a way of making me come and I had to find a way to say no. This was my idea after all.

He moved them for me, separating my legs so that they were nice and wide. His hand on the towel was lax, but for the first few swipes to dry me, it was just the towel. I wanted to feel his hands on me and his fingers. I tilted my ass up a little bit in the air so that he could see where he was needed the most.

The slickness of his fingers on my core was hard to deal with. “You are so wet here Kendra. I will have to do an extra good job. It feels so slippery.”

I bit my lip, trying to ignore what he was doing, but it was impossible to. I bent over a little, grabbing the sides of the sink. I was already giving in to his touch. He rubbed me slowly and I started to move with his hand. It didn’t take long for the build-up that I wanted to start. I pressed my lips together to stop the sound from coming out of my mouth, but I couldn’t stop the pleasure that went down my leg. I am not sure if I wanted to or not. All I knew for sure was that Dennis had won. It was impossible to tell him no. I waited for him to give me more, but to my surprise, aggravation, he then went back to the towel and moved lower to my legs.

“You got wetter Kendra. How am I ever going to do my job if you keep making a mess like this?”

He was trying to be funny and I was trying to catch my breath. I knew that now he was the one that was playing with me and I can’t say that I liked it all that well. My plan backfired horribly and I wasn’t sure what I was supposed to do now. Dennis was on his knees now, drying off the rest of my legs. He was taking his time when all I wanted him to do was touch me where I needed him most. I needed Dennis inside of me again. I was like a junkie and he was my drug.

“Please Dennis.”

“I am almost done Kendra. You don’t have to rush me.”

I growled at him and he found it funny, which made me even more aggravated. As he got to my ankles, I hoped that he would move back up, but he didn’t. Instead he was backing up and admiring his work. I was dry, but parts of me were still so wet that it didn’t quite feel that way.

“Is there anything else that you need Kendra?”

Our eyes met in the mirror and I wanted to say yes, I needed him inside of me. He had a know-it-all grin on his face that made me pause my voicing of my needs. I didn’t need him being so damn triumphant. I figured that it would do him some good to wait a little longer. I had already gotten some satisfaction and I decided that it was going to be enough. Now he could wait as well.

“No, I think that is all I needed, thank you Dennis. I am going to get dressed now.”

I walked past him, one of the hardest things I had done in a while and moved out of the bathroom. I had to walk carefully so that he wouldn’t see how he had affected me so. My legs were weak and all I could think about was more.

When I got into my bedroom, I sat down on the bed and tried to get my breath right. I was just thinking about Dennis and I almost got up to go back to him, hoping that he was still as ready as before. But then my phone rang and it was Jessica. She wanted to know when I was coming. I decided to tell her that I would be down there in half an hour, making the decision for me. If I didn’t have time to be with Dennis, it would save me from falling deeper into his web.

I got off the phone and actually did what I said I was going to do. When I got back out, Dennis was dressed and sitting on the couch. His eyes were still stormy with need and I looked away from the swirling mass.

“I just talked to the girls and told them that we would be down there in a few minutes. Are you ready?”

He gave me a look telling me that he wasn’t. But I was going to enjoy that look because it was exactly how I felt about it all too. He wasn’t the only one that was struggling to maintain at the moment, so he wasn’t going to get any sympathy from me. That would lead to what we both truly wanted and all of the complications that go along with it.

“After you, Dennis. Thanks again for doing this.”

“Drying you off?”

I shook my head. “That to, but I meant going with me.”

“I will go anywhere with you Kendra, just say the word.