Page 91 of Dangerous Attraction

She's wearing a tight, silky sort of dress that almost looks like it's been painted on, leaving nothing to the imagination.

My dick twitches, and I rip my eyes away from her as I feel a groan forcing its way up my throat.

Quickly readjusting myself, I clear my throat and hurriedly walk to the sofa. Sitting down, I lean my elbows on my knees, and cover my lap with my body before she stands up and turns around to face me.

She smiles sweetly as she drops the towel to the floor, then runs her fingers through her hair.

I can't stop my eyes from dropping to her chest where I can very easily spot her pebbled nipples beneath the material stretched across them.

"Sorry I took so long," she says as she sits on the edge of the bed and uncaps a white bottle, squirting some of the contents into her hand.

She lifts one leg, placing her foot on the bed. The hem of the dress rides up, exposing the entirety of her thigh to me, along with the underside of her ass cheek.

"The bathroom is free if you want to use it."

Swallowing hard, I tear my eyes away from her, trying to ignore the way her hands slide over her legs as she rubs the cream into her skin.

This is torture.

Jumping up from the sofa, I keep my eyes on the bathroom door and head straight for it, trying and probably failing to hide my raging boner from her as I pass by.

Locking myself in the bathroom, I lean my head against the door, shut my eyes, and squeeze the base of my dick in my hand, hissing at the zing of pleasure that shoots through me.

Shaking my head, I strip out of my clothes, turn the water to cold, and then hop inside, hoping to calm my body down by the time I get out.

Unfortunately, having a cold shower doesn't help the predicament I'm in. Well, it did momentarily, but as soon as I walk back out of the bathroom and see Trix snuggled up in my bed watching something on her phone, her body barely covered by the sheets, my dick springs to life once again.

Yanking on a pair of boxers and some sweats underneath the towel around my waist, I let it drop to the floor, then grab my phone, trudge over to the bed, and throw myself down on it with a huff.

She turns to look at me, and I hold my phone out to her.

Her bright green eyes move between my face and my phone a couple of times before she takes it from me, and places it inside the drawer on her bedside unit.

"Thank you," she whispers, setting her phone down too.

"No need to thank me, Red."

She reaches over, turns the light off on her side, then lies down, nuzzling her head into the pillow and pulling the blanket over her body.

I breathe a sigh of relief when she's covered up, but even after a few minutes, my dick remains rock solid, showing no sign of deflating any time soon.

Trix fidgets beside me, quietly huffing and puffing.

Sighing, I move onto my side, shuffling my body across the bed until my chest is pressed against her back. I wrap my arm around her waist, pulling her against me, purposefully keeping a small amount of space between my crotch and her ass.

"Go to sleep, Trix."

"I'm trying," she whispers, as she wiggles her body in my arms, moving closer.

When her ass brushes against my cock, she stops moving, and I hold my breath while I slam my eyes shut.

Not even a moment later, she wiggles herself further back, adding more pressure as she plasters her body against mine.

Sighing, she gently rubs her fingers along my arm wrapped around her.

"Perfect," she mutters, relaxing into me.

Listening to the silence, and the sound of her breathing even out, I allow my own body to relax too, closing my eyes and drifting off as I think about how true her last statement is.