Harder, Shawn!

Warning: Mature Content Ahead!

I had heard Shawn call me ‘beautiful’ before, however, this one came with such an undercurrent of emotions – of need. Shawn was craving for me. I could already see where this was heading.

Now, why didn't I feel tired by the thought? My own throat parched, void of moisture as his hands grazed my neck. His thumb began to brush against my pulse point that fluttered willy-nilly beneath his touch.

“Y—your hair is nicer when it's damp.” I had no idea when I blurted that out.

It was true that he looked breathtaking all wet like that. The beauty of it was not even to be compared with the bathroom wetness as this was on another fleek.

Seeing Shawn surrounded by all of that water with the moonlight doing its thing was ethereal. Still, I shouldn't have gullibly admitted it.

A proud smirk settled on his face. “I know. Yours, though is magical, like I said. However, why do I get the feeling that you are hiding away the rest of your beauty?” He began to caress my hair