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He leans towards the shower head, letting the cool water cascade onto his shoulders and flow down his body. In his aroused state, the sensation is amazing, but a poor substitute for what he really wants.
His willpower disintegrating, he lets himself remember the moment he managed to resist her.
Her eyes were half-closed, her lips so tender, as she kissed him again and again, making him long for so much more. There was no hesitation in her actions, no doubt what she wanted.
But as she overwhelmed his senses, it still wasn't enough. He moved his hand to the back of her neck, pulling her even closer to him, needing her, loving how her fingers brushed against his bare skin as she started to unbutton his shirt without even breaking their kiss.
Then it hit him what he was doing. With all the strength he could find, he told her to stop. Then he thought it was over.
Except all he can think about are Carla's hands on his body. And now he vividly imagines her fingers on his naked skin, slippery from the shower, stroking him, holding him. He's so hard now, so desperate for her, but it's too late.
If he hadn't stopped her when he had, he's suddenly sure where it would have gone. He remembers when she'd last tried to seduce him, dressed only in a towel, completely uninhibited. Thinking about how she looked that day, how she pressed her damp skin against him, he can hardly contain his lust.
She had only left ten minutes ago. By now, he could have been caressing her, on top of her, inside her. And he finally admits to himself how much he wants her.
She'd told him to decide what he needed, and he can't deny it any more. He needs to hold her in his arms, to kiss her, to make her cry out in pleasure again and again. He leans back against the wall of the shower, breathless again, aching for her.
It was hard enough telling her to stop at the time. Imagining it a second time in his fantasy, he can't do it again. His desire is all-consuming.
It's only a small change from what happened. Now, abandoning his conscience, he lets his imagination run wild.
"I want you" he whispers into her ear, as she unfastens the remaining buttons of his shirt.
She breaks away for a moment, looking directly at him, checking that he means it.
"I can't fight it any more" he says urgently, impatient with lust, and she nods. She knows how it is.
As she presses her body against him, she can't help but feel his arousal. Then she catches his eye, and her desire is so blatant that he has to look away.
With a quick move of her hands she flicks his shirt off his shoulders, letting it fall to the floor. Then pressing herself against his bare chest, she runs her finger lightly down his back making him shiver with anticipation.
This is so wrong, he knows. But he's beyond rational thought, with the water playing against his bare skin, running along his erect cock, making his body throb with desire.
He shouldn't have started this fantasy, but he's got no strength to resist it anymore.