The second he’s gone, I put my phone on the counter, toss my shirt on top of it, and step into the shower. The water is adjusted to the perfect temperature, and Nas’s loofahs are the softest I’ve ever felt as I rub my body using his body wash. I quickly scrub myself down and start to wash my face when the bathroom door opens and Nas steps inside like he said he might. He comes in and tends to his face in the mirror, putting on lotion and making sure he looks good, as I rinse my face off and prepare to get out so I can get to work on time. As I’m finishing up, Nas turns his back to the mirror and faces the shower. I make sure there’s no soap in my eyes while he just stands there staring at me, and once I’m finished, I lock eyes with him. Heat radiates through my body when I see the look on his face, and I nearly lose my shit all together when he steps forward and opens the door to the shower.

“Nas, what are you doing?” I ask as I teeter between feeling excited and confused, because the man still has his fucking clothes on.

Nas steps into the shower fully dressed, immediately soaking his white shirt and making it see-through as it clings to his body. He steps close to me, ignoring the water ruining everything he has on, and places a hand around my throat. I gasp as wild, devilish thoughts flood my mind like a tsunami.

“You look too good for me to just stand there. You're so fucking sexy it hurts,” he says with strain in his voice, as if watching me this morning without touching me brought him physical pain. “I want a reminder of what that pussy tastes like before you leave. I want the taste of you on my tongue the entire day.”

“Oh, my god,” I whisper, before adding, “But what about your clothes?”

“Fuck the clothes,” he answers, before dropping to his knees, pushing one of my legs up onto a nearby bench, and engulfing my pussy with his mouth.

I let out a loud gasp as Nas licks and sucks my clit, working his magic on me the way only he can. My stomach sucks in and out as I struggle to keep my breathing together, and he eats me out like he’ll die if he doesn't. I grip the back of his head and slam my back against the wall to balance myself while Nas forms a steady rhythm with his tongue, gently caressing my clit while he sucks it at the same time. Before I know it, my eyes have squeezed shut and I’m ready to freefall.

“Nas … fuck, you're gonna make me … Nas, I’m gonna come. Please! Can I come?” I beg as I begin to convulse above him.