Seven
749 Words
Later that evening, Anya found herself enveloped in the soothing heat of a hot shower, the jets massaging her tense muscles. The steam created a cozy embrace, and she massaged her scalp, trying to wash away the day's stress.
I definitely need a massage…
A blush crept up her neck as thoughts of Alexei filled her mind. Alexei would certainly satisfy that need.
She began to caress her aching breasts, her thumb rubbing across her hardened n*****s. A sharp inhale escaped her lips as the friction sent a jolt of electricity to her core. She leaned her head back, closing her eyes, her other hand trailing down her torso, teasing the sensitive skin just above her core.
Fuck… I shouldn't. I really shouldn't touch myself thinking of him.
I'm throbbing thinking of him.
With a sigh, she succumbed to the urges. She cupped herself, pressing hard for friction, then slowly dragged her fingers upward. A gasp escaped her lips as her wetness coated her fingertip, creating the perfect slickness to glide across her most sensitive spot.
"Oh, s**t… I'm so wet. So f*****g wet for you, Alexei."
She moaned softly, the sound lost in the rush of the water. She increased the pace, feeling the familiar swirl of an orgasm building in her belly.
"Yes, yes, yes. I'm coming all over you."
Her breath came in choppy spurts, her n*****s hard and aching. She clenched, nearing the edge of bliss. Her face flushed, and she slipped a finger inside, pumping shamelessly.
"Oh f**k, yes. My p***y feels so good. I want to c*m so bad."
Her body shook, a final warning of the impending climax. Her mind filled with images of Alexei's hand on her thigh. She bit her lip and came hard, her thighs clenching around her fingers, milking them as if he were inside her.
"Oh f**k!"
Her legs trembled, and she grabbed the shower walls for support.
Holy s**t… that was the most powerful orgasm I've ever had.
She took a deep breath and ran her fingers through her wet hair. Then, she heard yelling over the shower's roar and frowned.
What the hell is that?
She quickly checked that all the soap was rinsed off and turned off the shower. Stepping out, she grabbed her towel and wrapped it tightly around herself. The yelling was louder now.
Is someone fighting?
She opened the bathroom door and moved into the hallway, following the sound.
It sounds like it's coming from outside.
She opened the foyer curtains and her eyes widened. Alexei's tense back was visible as he argued with a woman. She was about Mama's age, with dark hair. Anya couldn't make out the conversation. She glanced at the window's edge.
Should I open the window? They're yelling in public, it's not like they want privacy.
She slid her fingers under the window, prying it open.
With all their yelling, they won't hear me.
Now she could hear them. "You're always f*****g protecting them, Mama!"
Anya gasped, covering her mouth. That's his mother? Who's she protecting?
"You're being ridiculous! You just don't want to take responsibility!"
"Are you f*****g kidding me? He put his hands on me. Over nothing! He was f*****g drunk!"
Alexei's mother threw her arms up dramatically. "I was there. I know you started it, Alexei!"
"This is f*****g bullshit! Your piece-of-s**t boyfriends never do anything wrong, right? Have a good f*****g life, because I'm sick of it!"
Alexei turned toward the house. Anya slammed the window closed, hoping he hadn't seen her.
Oh s**t, I just hope he doesn't see me in the window.
She clutched her towel and stepped away from the window. Listening to his footsteps, she glanced at the stairs.
Maybe I could make it down the stairs before he sees me!
The doorknob twisted, and she sprinted for the stairs, tripping and grabbing the railing. In the stumble, she dropped her towel.
Oh my f*****g god!
She felt the breeze, realizing she was completely naked. The embarrassment froze her.
Where's his snide comment?
Slowly, she picked herself up and turned to face him. Her breasts bounced as she took sharp breaths. Her eyes went to his swollen eye and the surrounding bruises. His eyes moved to her breasts, then down to her core, then back to her face. As soon as he saw the concern in her eyes, his eyes narrowed, and the lust vanished.
"What do you want?"
Oh my god… did she do that to him?
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