Ciara's POV
The whole time, I ran my fingers slowly into myself, maintaining a smooth and gentle motion.
It didn't take him much time to finish with his bath and emerge from the bathroom.
"Good girl," he praised me, his eyes full of lust. He unwrapped the towel from his head and ran his fingers through his wet hair, ruffling it.
I hadn't even realized we were working on a timer until it sounded at the corner and went off. From our few sexual encounters, I had come to know he was obsessed with keeping to time. Wasn't abnormal, but still wasn't normal. Because, Why?
Walking sultrily towards me, he settled between my widened legs and knelt before them. Bending his head slowly, he moved down to my feet, grabbing them and massaging them vigorously.
He accompanied the aggressive massage with kisses, working his way all the way up to my inner thigh, before settling there and sniffing loudly, the inhalation noise audible.
What are you thoughts thus far?
Did you read my apology in the last chapter? Please, do.