50 Reasons Why

Chapter Twenty-Two

                  Yamanaka Ino always walked with grace and a dance to her step. She would hold her head up high with pride and slight arrogance. She had every right to and she knew it. Ino would hold an expression of determination and beauty with a slight sway in her hips to match it. Her walk matched her personality to the point.

Yet the Ino that walked into my bathroom was nothing like the one I have seen. She walked slowly and her body was tense. Her sway was gone as she tried to steady her feet. That arrogant expression was replaced with one of intense discomfort. We locked eyes and in her aqua eyes she held that "this is your fault" look. It was humorous and yet I couldn't help but feel some pride knowing that was from me.

I took my eyes off her to step into the running shower. The hot water hit my body and immediately I relaxed under it. I heard a small gasp and turned to see Ino eyeing me. Her eyes roamed down my body and her face was flushed. She licked her lips then her eyes shot up to mine. They widened in fear and she looked away immediately. She began blushing and the whole act was so comical, I almost wanted to laugh.

"Come in," I stated to her and she nodded.

Before entering, she placed all of her hair into a giant bun on her head. She then entered the shower and soft moan escaped her lips when she stepped in the stream of water. I watched the stream of water flow down her breasts and down to her long, slim legs. I wanted to touch her. She opened her eyes and looked towards me. Finding the best reason to touch her, I reached over to grab the body wash resting on the side. I squeezed an amount of it in my hand and immediately a familiar lavender scent took over the bathroom.

"Lavender?" I asked for her reassurance as I worked the soap into a lather.

"Yeah," she smiled while staring at my hands.

"It fits you," I muttered in approval. So this is how she smells so damn good. When the soap was lathered enough, I looked towards her and noticed her chewing on her bottom lip slightly. There was no way I could wash her with that sexual look on her face. "Turn around." I commanded and she did so.

I brought my hands to shoulders and began to work on cleaning her back. The skin was smooth and glistening with the water before the body wash cloaked her in a purple lather. I heard a small sigh from ahead and my lips twitched at the sound. I began to work the lather farther down her body to her bottom. I began to knead her cheeks in my hand. They were muscular and hard and I was fighting to give them a good smack under my palm. They were firm and just inviting. My brother was right, asses are incredible. Yet, I still prefer breasts... Maybe I should check again.

I brought my hands to her shoulders then began to work my way down to her front. Once I reached the two mounds I picked them up then released them. I could feel them jiggle slightly under my hands and I smiled to myself. Yes, I'm a breast kind of guy. I began to rub her breasts in circles as I felt her nipples harden against my palm. Her breath hitched and I pinched her nipples between my thumb and forefinger. My breath became ragged as I felt my groin stir. Deciding to leave her breasts be, I traveled slowly down her abdomen to the treasure between her thighs. Once reaching it, I touched her slightly and noticed her flinch. That's right; she's sore. I began to wash away the blood from earlier until she relaxed against my body. As my fingers brushed against her opening several times, my member grew harder. Ino wiggled her body against mine and I knew she was anxious once more. I relaxed my chin on her shoulder and began to rub her clitoris. She moaned and it rang against my ear. I applied more pressure as I heard her body respond quickly to it. Her breath came out in pants as she neared her end.