Chapter 79: Overthinking Again???

Akira looked down at Mia, noticing that mix of jealousy and need that always set his pulse racing. He could see the storm brewing in her head, the way her mind was painting pictures of him and Rina in the hot tub, twisting them into something worse than it was.

Part of him wanted to shut it down hard and send her off alone to cool her temper. But that might lead to her sneaking around later, checking on him in the night like she sometimes did.

Joining her right away could turn into a full session, and damn, the thought of her, wet and soapy under the shower spray, was tempting. He weighed it quickly and decided: calm her down now, stay in control, and maybe turn this into something that leaves her too spent to snoop.

He decided to use his Silver Tongue to steer things his way, mixing command with just enough tease to keep her hooked.

He didn’t back away.

Instead, he reached out and gripped her chin, tilting her face up so she had to meet his eyes. His thumb brushed her lower lip, feeling the soft give of it; the warmth from her workout still radiated from her skin.

“You’re overthinking again, Mia.” His voice dropped low and smooth, wrapping around her.

The Silver Tongue kicked in, making his words slide right into her mind, easing the sharp edges of her doubt. “I’m tired of the questions. You want to know if I’m yours? Fine. But we’re doing this my way. Get in the shower. Now.”

Mia’s breath caught, her eyes widening a bit, but the fight drained out of her posture. She nodded, biting her lip where his thumb had been. “Okay… but do you mean alone? Or…”

He let a small smile curve his mouth, stepping closer so his body heat mixed with hers, the faint salt of her sweat hitting his nose. “I said, get in. I’ll decide the rest.”

A thrill ran through Mia as she heard the command in his voice; it was the same compelling tone he had used on her in the hallway before, and, for some reason, she found herself loving it.

Forgetting her gym bag on the floor, she turned and walked toward the bathroom down the hall. Akira followed her, his cock already stirring at the thought of what was coming.

The door clicked shut behind them, the small space filling with the sound of her turning on the water. Steam started to rise, clouding the mirror and making the air hot and heavy.

Mia took off her sports bra first. Her perky breasts bounced out, and her nipples became hard in the cooler air before the heat reached them. Sweat shone on her skin, making lines down her flat stomach.

She then hooked her thumbs into her shorts and pulled them down her toned legs. Her bare pussy came into view; it was slightly swollen from her workout, and a hint of her natural musk mixed with the steam.

She stepped into the shower spray, water cascading over her, soaking her hair to a dark, glossy sheen, streaming down between her breasts and along her thighs.

Akira watched for a moment, his shorts tenting as his cock hardened fully, the veined shaft pressing against the fabric. “Wash up,” he said, his voice carrying over the water. “But slow. Let me see.”

Mia turned under the spray, her eyes locked on his through the glass door. “Like this?”

She put soap in her hands and rubbed them together until they foamed white. Then, she rubbed the foam over her breasts, cupping the heavy curves. Her thumbs circled her nipples until they became hard and pink.

The suds ran down her body, following her shape, and pooling at her feet. “Or here?” Her hands moved lower, and one hand slid between her thighs. Her fingers parted her pussy lips to wash the slick folds, with her swollen and sensitive clit peeking.

Mia pinched her nipples between her thumbs and fingers, rolling them gently at first, then harder, watching them stiffen into tight, rosy, sensitive peaks.

The water rinsed some bubbles away, but she scooped more soap, letting it drip down her cleavage in slow, teasing trails. “You like watching me like this, Akira? Seeing me touch myself for you?”

Her voice was breathy, and her eyes never left his through the steamed glass. The heat in her gaze matched the growing flush on her cheeks.

His gaze alone was making her wetter. Her vertical lips were swelling, and a fresh trickle of her wetness mixed with the water running down her thighs.

The strong, musky scent of her arousal cut through the steam and soap. Her clit was pulsing, untouched and aching for him to rub it, as she imagined his eyes devouring every inch of her body.

Akira’s breath caught. His cock was straining harder against his shorts, making the fabric tent. The tease from Rina earlier, the way her lips had felt, and her body pressing close in the hot tub had left him primed with a low fire still burning in his veins.

Now, watching Mia’s sensual display, that fire burned higher. His shaft throbbed with need, and pre-cum steadily wet the tip. His heart pounded, and his skin heated beyond the steam. Every slide of her hands made him desperately want to join her, to feel her warm, wet body around him.

She trailed one hand lower, over her flat stomach, fingers tracing the defined lines of her abs, still taut from her workout.

The suds followed, bubbling down to her mound. She parted her thighs a bit wider, one foot braced on the shower ledge, exposing more of her pussy. The outer lips were plump and flushed, and the inner folds were pink and glistening.

Her fingers circled her clit slowly, teasing the sensitive nub with light strokes that made her hips twitch. “See how wet you make me? Just from your eyes on me… it’s dripping already.”

A soft moan escaped her, and her free hand cupped her breast again, squeezing as her body arched slightly.

The sight pushed Akira to his limit.

“Fuck… yeah, just like that,” he growled, finally stripping off his shorts.

His cock sprang free, thick and rigid. The head was dark red, and a bead of pre-cum was already forming at the tip. He stepped into the shower behind her, the hot water hitting his back, steam wrapping around them.

Mia’s breath hitched as he pressed against her from behind, his hard shaft nestling between her ass cheeks. “Akira… touch me. Please.”

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