Clean Better

Ceasar's Pov

When she finally faced me, her gaze never leaving mine, I let my fingers brush along her jaw once more, a gentle, teasing coax that dared her without touching more than necessary.

The water ran over us, steam curling thick and heavy, but my focus was entirely on her, her lips, the rise and fall of her chest, the way her pupils dilated beneath my gaze, the rapid pulse that throbbed under my touch and the subtle flutter of her pulse beneath my fingers. She looked down, instinctively trying to cover herself, but my fingers caught hers, holding them just long enough for her to understand that resistance was futile and that the tension between us was already too heavy to deny.

I guided her hands away from her body, and her cheeks flushed a deep pink as her gaze flickered downward for a moment, then back up, her throat working as she swallowed hard. Huh. I realized I wasn’t the only one struggling to keep my eyes to stay on her face, resisting the urge to drift down to the swell of her breasts.

“Look at me,” I ordered. “Face me. Don’t hide from me.”My hands slid lower, following the line between her back until they rested on the small of her waist. I wrapped my hand fully around her, pulling her closer, feeling her arch naturally against me as her hand pressed against my chest.

Leaning in, my breath brushed her ear as I whispered, “Not from me… not now. Not ever. Not when you’re with me.” My palms glided down to rest on her hips, grounding her to me. “Look at me, Vera,” I murmured again, my voice rougher now, thick with quiet authority. “See me… all of me, the way I see you. Let yourself feel it.”

I dropped the sponge onto the rack and reached for the soap, working it into her hair as my fingers slid through the strands. The warm, clean scent rose between us as I massaged her scalp in slow circles, letting my touch linger, coaxing a shiver from her. Vera leaned into me instinctively, her breath catching softly, lips parting in a quiet moan, the subtle surrender in her body betraying the desire she hadn’t yet spoken aloud.

I let the moment stretch, savoring the subtle surrender in every shiver, every pulse beneath my touch, the unspoken truth that her body already knew what her lips wouldn’t say.

My hands lingered in her hair, massaging the soap through her strands, feeling her melt into the rhythm I set.

Her breath caught, but she didn’t pull away. I focused on the motion of my hands, the simple act of washing her, fighting the pull to let my gaze wander.

Vera stood still beneath the water, tense but unmoving, breaths shallow and uneven. The faint tremor in her shoulders said everything her lips refused to speak.

“Good… that’s perfect, vixen, holding still for me,” I murmured, my voice low, thick with heat and authority. “Not a single move… Not yet. You belong to me right now. Don’t even think about resisting.” I let the words wrap around her, heavy and irresistible, as my hands continued their deliberate exploration.

I guided the soapy sponge downward, letting it glide over the delicate swell of her chest, cupping her full breast. The sponge slipped beneath my hand as I did so, sliding over the impossibly soft boobs that rose perfectly beneath my fingers, slick with the soap and impossibly inviting. Her nipples stiffened instantly under my teasing, twitching and peaking insistently, begging for my attention and I couldn’t resist trailing my other hand across her slick, glistening skin, sponge still in tow, while the first hand molded and massaged the full, supple globe with my thumb circling and flicking her tip with meticulous lingering devotion, drawing a sharp, moan from her parted little lips that made my body tighten in response.

My thumb glided over her slippery soapy nipples, it stroked, flicked, and teased her nipples effortlessly, coaxing them to point sharply, to quiver and twitch with every stroke.

Shivers raced down her spine, up her legs, and right through me, igniting a raw, urgent heat that made it impossible to think, impossible to pause.

Fuck, being near her was torture and every attempt to hold back only fanned the inferno of craving, made it more insistent, more urgent. My eyes devoured the sight of her exquisite nipples, glistening under my touch, twitching under my thumb. I was lost in her, the soft swell of her chest, the slick sheen of soap coating her skin, the tiny, exquisite peaks straining beneath my touch.

My hands moved with insistent hunger, squeezing, sliding, teasing, circling, flicking, drawing soft moans that pooled in my ears, that spurred me to lean in closer, to feel every twitch, every slick glimmer of her warmth under my fingers.

Fuck, I could never control myself around her. I tore my eyes away and grabbed the sponge again then continued, letting the sponge glide over the fullness of her chest, following each soapy swell with almost reverent care.

Slowly, I moved downward, tracing from her back down to her ass, lingering there. My hand pressed over each cheek, guiding the sponge between the crack before gliding over the smooth surface. Soft, ragged breaths escaped her lips, tiny shivers wracking her body with every stroke, every glide, pulling us deeper into the relentless pull between us.

Vera panted softly as I moved the sponge forward and I worked lower, her thick thighs pressed together, forming a V-shape that shielded the treasure hidden between her legs, leaving just enough exposed to stir my desperate anticipation. My pulse quickened, heat surging through me as I lingered there.

I traced downward between her inner thigh, the sponge still in my other hand, teasing the soapy trail along her skin and careful not to touch where she shielded herself, but close enough to make her ache, to make her crave it with every shiver and hitch of breath.

I pressed a fingertip along the line where her thigh met the V of the treasure nestled between her legs, just brushing just enough to make her pulse leap. She tried to shift, to tuck her legs tighter, but I kept my hand steady, my gaze holding hers.

“P-please… Don’t stop,” Vera finally whispered, her voice trembling.

“Oh, I won’t stop, not even for a second… not until you’re trembling beneath me, begging for every touch.”

I adjusted, letting the sponge follow the contour of her legs, the soapy friction warming my palm as I traced the lines of her thighs, moving ever closer to where her body parted, teasing without yet revealing fully.

Her hips quivered involuntarily, pressing toward my hand as the teasing friction made her ache. I slid my hand from between her thighs, lowering to my knees as I followed the natural line of her legs, letting my hands explore while the sponge traced along her thighs, sliding over the curve that led to the hidden warmth between her legs.

The steady drum of water over the tiles masked the soft, ragged gasps she could no longer hold back. Her pulse fluttered beneath my fingers, rapid and wild, and I whispered against her skin, low and deliberate, my words thick with heat, “You’re all mine… every part, just let me have you.”

I let the sponge glide over her thighs, tracing every curve and line, before pausing at the juncture between her legs. I didn’t move the sponge any closer, letting anticipation coil tight between us, my lips brushing near her skin as my voice dropped low, husky, and heavy with desire. “I don’t think this can do a better job than my mouth. My mouth would clean you better Vera”.