Taunting Him

So, I will just sit here and watch him. As he steps out, I get up. I begin slowly taking my clothes off on the way to the shower, dropping them on the floor along the way. I watch as his eyes explore my body like they always do as I step into the shower.

He sits on the bed, his eyes still watching me.

I laugh. “No time. You need to get dressed.” I continue laughing while getting washed quickly. If I can’t have sex, well, then he can’t watch me. There is no time.

“If you can watch me, well, I can watch you, and I plan to.” He doesn’t move, his eyes still fixed on my body. I always shower with the door open like him but, seeing as he teased me, I guess I won’t. I grab the handle and slide the shower door shut.

I laugh quietly, as I know I have won and there is nothing he can do about it. I can hear him complaining and muttering from the room, the tinted shower door blocking his view.

The door flies open, his body steps into the shower, his hands pushing me against the wall. Moving