“Join me”, his voice insistent as Sara rose, nervously moving to the shower, taking a deep breath before she allowed the towel to drop to the ground stepping under the punishing fingers of water, gasping at the suddenness and power of the shower.
Darius took her by the shoulders, turning her to face away from him, his own body taking the brunt of the water as his hands slid down her arm. Not able to see what he was doing, she heard the sound of his hands slopping together. His hands moving onto her had been soapy and firm as they swept down her back, growing firmer as they moved to cup her buttocks, Sara having to brace herself against the wall as he scrubbed her so firmly.
Pausing, she moaned as he knelt to soap her legs, his change of position causing the jets of water to hit her with full force, washing away the soap residue, taking her breath away. Sara had not known what to do, what to feel, as his hands moved inside her thighs, his fingers gently caressing the heat of her as the loud gasp had been torn from her lips. He stood, Sara feeling her legs tremble as his hands turned her around, having to close her eyes as the water hit her face.
She heard the sound of his hands once more soaping up, before they descended upon her stomach. Once more he stroked her, the motion not so much sexual as thorough, even in the way his hands slid over her breasts; Sara was ashamed to know that the dusky nipples were tight with need. His kneeling again saw the jets of water pummel into her, she so aware of his head close to the small triangle of soft hair, shocked at the desire to pull his head in closer, her fingers pushed harder against the marble wall.
As though unaware of any of the sensations he was raising within her, Darius stood, his thick black hair plastered to his head as his eyes swept down her as though examining for anything he missed. Smiling, he pulled her hands from the wall, Sara jumping as she looked at him, confused as he turned them both around so her back was now to the water, placing the bar of soap in her hands.
“Your turn”, his simple declaration as he turned. Sara never even thought to argue with him as she soaped up her own hands, running them over his shoulders and down his back. She mimicked his movements and as she stood from soaping his legs he turned. Sara repeated exactly his movements as her hands caressed his stomach. That he was excited by her touch was obvious, his manhood twitching as she knelt before him. With her hair falling against him, a strange satisfaction filled Sara as he moaned, a shaky laugh leaving him as she once more stood. She wondered what was next as his hands enveloped hers, pulling them to the hardened length of him.
“Everything”, he whispered, her hands wrapped around his erection. His eyes closed with pleasure as Sara allowed her fingers to slide down him, Darius letting her stroke him clean. With a moan he gave a shaky sigh pulling her hands from him, a smile on his face.
“I think perhaps that will do...or we may be late for dinner” Sara was so close to telling him that she was not hungry, her whole body buzzing with expectation and a wanton need for him. The water stopped, confusing her Darius pulled a large bath sheet into his hands before he wrapped it around her. His hands rubbed her vigorously before taking another and doing the same with her hair. Dried to his satisfaction he then wrapped another around his waist taking her hand and leading her out of the shower.
Still standing in bemused silence, he dropped a small kiss on the tip of her nose, before he left her standing in the middle of the bathroom as he moved to the door, pausing as a small smile played on his lips. “You’re right. Me just standing watching would have been too strange” His eyes danced before he stepped from the large room, the door closing softly behind him.
Sara turned to look at herself in the mirror. She could still feel his hands on her body, the image of him knelt at her feet ingrained on the back of her eyes as she groaned. He had done that to show her that he was in charge. That any time she questioned him he would find a way of putting her in her place. Her hand shakily lifted a brush as she smoothed out her long hair, before having to drop it again, staring at her image as she whispered, “I am in so much trouble”. Pain filled her lovely eyes before she stood tall. “Pull yourself together Sara Balfour. This man is the enemy. Focus” Her hand once more reached out for the brush and pulled it more determinedly through her long hair.
By the time she dried and styled her hair she was once more in control of herself. Moving out to the bedroom Darius had been ready, wearing a blue shirt and black chinos looking handsome as usual, his look trailing over her. “Leave your hair down”, he drawled softly, “and wear the dress on the bed. I will meet you downstairs”