Unbearble

Thick streams of water jet out the nozzle and trickle onto Ezra’s back as she rinsed away the body wash. She turned to wash her lower region, her hand sliding in between her thighs.
His left hand palmed her womanhood as he nibbled on the soft skin of her neck. She jerked when his middle finger caressed the middle of her lips through her jeans.

She bit back a moan at the memory and closed her eyes, not realizing her own middle finger inside of her.

She could feel his arousal, the pressure he had against the curve of her bottom was building. Her hand found his and she applied more force between her lips.

It was amazing how rapidly he stimulated her.

She dug her head further into chest, the pressure in between her thighs exciting her more. Her nose was upturned underneath his jaw line, her little puffs of breath teasing his milky white skin.

Being a little bold, she thrust her bottom into him.

It was unfair how he had this hold over her. All she could do was think about him. But her blood boiled at the memory at what he had done.

His hands had wandered to the zipper of her jeans, pushing the fabric down to her hips and she shimmied out of them, kicking the jeans off her ankles.

He led her to the bed and pushed her gently onto the mattress. He crawled next her and shifted her on her right side, her back flush against the length of his body. His hand dove into the juncture of her thigh, his finger swirling teasingly close to her sex. He continued the motion for a while, ever so often straying and brushing over her cotton panties against her clit.

Wanting to rectify Leo’s lack of advancements, she went to turn but he roughly pushed her back down.

“No.” His voice held a stern finality to it.

She realized then, that he was punishing her.

And through out the night until he decided it was enough, he kept toying with her.

She wanted to cry in frustration at the memory. How dare he?

Ezra knew she could have done something but she also knew that if she had tried turning the tables, he would have won over her, proving she had no control of herself.

Unknown to her, Leo’s inquisitive gaze seared through the glass door, watching her touch herself.

Ezra pivoted her body, her head turned upwards. She opened her eyes and sucked in a lungful of air at the sight before her.

Leo stood there exposed, his erection sprung upward and his hand at the hilt of his shaft, thumb rotating and spreading the pre-cum at the head.

Ezra swallowed and tried to bottle down the fury she felt course through her. He had no right to watch her relieve herself.

She snarled. “Get out.”

Notes

Word Count: 483

Some of you might conflicted about Leo's actions, mostly on his sexuality (him being a needy and dominant little shit). I thought the majority of you might have figured it out (and I was waiting to see if anyone had guesses) but I think that's a fault on my part for not making it any clear. Leo is a satyromaniac (male). The opposite of nymphomaniac (female). It means that he has uncontrollable sexual desires. I hope this clears things up a bit. So Ezra is pissed and she doesn't know about his sexual endeavors and how much he holds himself back. He finds pleasure in playing with his food before eating it. See, this is what I was afraid of with this story and where this was going. I'm really hoping things don't get too complicated but that's what makes a story interesting, right? Excuse me, I have to go dig a hole for my grave. *sighs*

Thoughts on today's chapter?