A Kiss Of Love

9

Kiran

I wrapped my fist around my cock like I did every morning-shower I took since Rose had moved in.

Her presence was pure torture, and fuck, did I wish I knew this would happen before she showed up here. At least then I would've had time to prepare.

I wasn't used to having to fuck my hand anymore. If I wanted a quick fuck, I had gotten it. Not anymore though. Now, I felt like a fucking teenager again, jerking off in the shower where nobody could walk in on me, hiding the fact that I was horny.

Rose made my dick go up at the most unpleasant times. So basically always. And it only got worse after I had a hand on her pussy and watched her come. The image of her face when she reached her orgasm was burned into my brain, and I wished it wasn't enough to make me hard.

Like I said, a fucking teenager.

I held one hand against the tile wall in my shower while letting the water just so rain on me. My other hand was stroking my cock, though I imagined it was Rose's hand.

I wanted her badly enough to make up stupid fake scenarios to jerk off to. Like her mouth wrapped around my cock, her gagging a little when she took me in all way. The warmth of her mouth wrapping itself around my erection like velvet. Her nails digging into my naked skin.

Or Rose on top of me, my eyes on her beautiful face rather than her swaying breasts while she took all she needed from me to finish herself. Her hands on my stomach to keep herself steady, yet I held onto her as well, for extra support.

I wanted my hands on her, all over her. Touching, caressing, pleasing her. I wanted it all. I wanted her.

Had I not known her for like five seconds, I would have had her in my bed already.

That's not true, I had known Rose for far longer than that. But she was too sweet, too innocent to get corrupted without at least a warning.

I squeezed my dick, groaning at myself for spending yet another shower thinking about Rose all over me. My strokes grew faster, my breathing ragged and unsteady. I wanted to say her name when I came, but I bit my tongue. Fantasising about her was one thing, admitting it aloud another.

The sweet ecstasy of my orgasm swept through my body, my cum just so squirting out of me and against the tiles in front of me.

God, I hated myself for this. I knew I shouldn't have jerked off to her yet again, and although I didn't feel guilty for doing it, it still felt wrong.

I opened my eyes, my face twitching at the sight of yet another load of cum wasted in the shower. But then I washed it away like nothing happened. As I finished off removing the last bits, the door to my bathroom suddenly swung open and a petite brunette woman, also known as my fiancée, came marching inside.

She stopped in her tracks when she noticed me behind the glass of the walk-in shower. Her eyes squeezed close and her hands immediately found to her face to cover her eyes as well. I almost chuckled.

"Good morning to you, too," I said, amusement in my voice. Yet despite the amusement, I was mortified. What would I have said if she walked inside just a minute earlier?

"I'm sorry. I didn't know you were in here."

"The penthouse has like six bathrooms," I responded like it was an explanation to avoid her sudden intrusion.

"I know, but I just woke up to a call from Molly. I didn't think you were still at home so I—"

"Molly?" I repeated her name like I had no clue who she was. Molly was Rose's sister. I hadn't seen Molly since Highschool graduation. Then again, neither had I seen Rose since.