By the time she has packed up Dorian’s paint supplies and carried them inside the house, the sun has set and the stars have begun to shine. She can’t stop thinking about her encounter with Dorian, about the moment she pressed herself against him in a burst of courage, about his look of surprise, his arm instinctively wrapped around her, and that tiniest pressure she felt through his khaki shorts… Did I imagine it? Was it real…?
She can’t shake the image from her head; she replays it over and over, sending pinpricks down her arms. She wraps a hand around her tender wrist, notes the spreading inkling of a bruise…
Another wave of bravery washes over her, lifts her to her feet, and drives her up the manor’s great oak staircase as if possessed.
Her heart pounds in her chest as she slowly, silently makes her way down the hallway towards Dorian’s quarters. What the hell am I doing…? She hesitates for the briefest second. Why can’t I stop…?
The door to his bedroom is ajar. As quietly as she can, she extends an arm and lightly knocks on the wood.
No response. The heavy door swings inward a tiny breath.
Ella closes her eyes, channels her strength, and silently pushes her way through the doors into Dorian’s bedroom.
It’s a large, warm room, with huge windows overlooking the starry estate. Moonlight filters through them, pooling on the large bed and lush rugs scattered across the wood floor. To her left, Ella can see thin wisps of steam floating out of the master bathroom; one of the huge doors is a tiny bit ajar. She hears Dorian shift in the water.
I’ve come this far… I can’t, I WON’T run away now. Her heart is in her throat. In a final rush of courage, she creeps up to the door and crouches down beside it.
Breathlessly she raises her eye to the crack.
Dorian is immersed in his tremendous bathtub, eyes screwed tight, his sculpted torso lifted half out of the water, his strong arms propped on the rim of the basin. He takes long, slow breaths, basking in the steam.
Ella is frozen. For a few blissful seconds, she drinks in the sight of him, tracing her eyes across every inch of his exposed skin. Dorian’s eyes flutter, breaking the spell.
Fuck…! Mortified, Ella darts away from the crack. She digs her toes into the wood slats, closes her eyes tight and holds her breath.
A few tense seconds, and then–nothing.
Ella carefully lifts her head to the crack. As her gaze lands on Dorian, he shifts slightly in the water, his eyes shut tight once again. After a brief moment, he lifts one of his great arms from its perch, submerging it under the water near his crotch.
Oh, fuck… Ella doesn’t dare hope.
Another tense heartbeat.
Slowly, Dorian begins to feel himself beneath the water, sending a small, rhythmic pulse of waves through the tub.
Ella’s breath catches in her throat again. A rush of heat courses through her, flushing her cheeks, traveling down her stomach and settling between her hips. Without taking her eyes off Dorian, Ella moves a hand to her wrist, gently wrapping it around the tender bruise. What am I doing…? I shouldn’t be here, he knows I’m here, he’s going to catch me… the thought of Dorian catching Ella sends another shiver of warmth through her body.
Ella slowly slips her hands between her legs, brushing her soft cotton panties beneath her sun dress.
The waves in the tub are starting to build; Dorian is slowly picking up speed, stroking himself beneath the water. Billows of steam lift from the water’s surface, wafting through the crack past Ella.
Ella’s grip tightens around her wrist. Gingerly she begins to rub herself above her moist panties, coaxing pleasure in small, tight circles across the warm cotton. Dorian’s arm muscle is tensed, driving his hand up and down his shaft beneath the water, sending clouds of steam into the air. His eyes flicker again, and Ella darts away from the crack.
Oh, fuck… Ella bites her lip. She can’t stop rubbing herself in tender circles, tighter now, pressing hard on her soaking panties… the smell of juniper soap mingles with the scent of her lust. Slowly she leans back into the crack.
Both of Dorian’s hands are in the water now, sending sharp ripples out from his submerged crotch. Ella’s breath catches. She tightens her grip around her bruised wrist, slips her warm fingers beneath her panties, and plunges them into her tight slit.
It’s all she can do to hold in a yelp of ecstasy. She falls out of her crouched position, landing hard on her round ass. Her knees come together, her neck tenses, and her toes point inward as a shock runs through her. Fuck, fuck…
Ella isn’t worried about Dorian catching her anymore; she wants it, wants him, more than anything else. She swings her hips in tilted circles, rocking her fingers back and forth as deep as she can to the rhythm of Dorian’s waves. Her breath is sharp and ragged, her muscles tensed; she grips her wrist with an iron vice, her entire being radiating outward from her soaking fingers.
All at once, the waves in the tub stop surging; Dorian’s breath catches in release, in one last powerful sway of his hips and tug of his brawny arms. With a brisk motion, he pulls the bath drain.
She can hear him raise himself from the tub, feel him walk slowly to the marble basin to retrieve a towel, but she can’t move, frozen in desperate, mounting ecstasy. Fuck, I’m so close… Oh, fuck… the draining water masks the wet sound of her fingers sloshing in and out of her cunt.
Oh, fuck… Dorian…! Oh, I’m going to cum…! She throws her hips into her hand, throws back her head, bites her lip and freezes.
She lets out a tiny mewl of pleasure and melts, quivering in total ecstasy, shifting her spread legs across the wood. Slowly she comes back to her senses.
Fuck… oh, fuck, what did I do…?! She can hear Dorian running a towel over his hair on the other side of the ancient oak doors.
She leaps to her feet in a flash, pulls up her panties and pads as quickly as she can out of Dorian’s room and down the hall towards her quarters, lithely springing on the pads of her feet.
In her haste, she forgets to close the door behind her.
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Hope you guys liked that steamy little scene! It’s an excerpt from my first erotic story, “In Strokes Eternal.” If you want more, you can read it for free on Kindle Unlimited: https://www.amazon.com/Strokes-Eternal-Alpha-Painter-Part-ebook/dp/B01LQHB8CO/#nav-subnav
I’m a writer by trade but this is my first erotic work, so I’d love to hear what you guys think & get some feedback about what can be better :)
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