Chapter 157 Not There...**

Chapter 156: Chapter 156: Not There...**

Before Derrick could even reply, Cassie shook her head, her cheeks burning red despite her bold words.

"Don’t say no," Cassie urged softly, holding his gaze. "It’s not like we haven’t seen each other naked before, so there’s nothing to be shy or worried about."

Without waiting for his answer, she turned and walked into their shared bedroom on the ground floor.

A moment later, she came back out carrying a clean towel and a fresh set of clothes, along with her bra and panties tucked neatly underneath.

A confident, playful smile returned to her face. She stepped right up to Derrick, hooking her arm tightly around his, and pulled him toward the bathroom.

"Let’s go," Cassie said, her voice filled with quiet anticipation as she led him inside.

Derrick let out a quiet sigh, an amused smirk tugging at the corner of his lips as he allowed her to drag him into the small, warm bathroom.

Cassie chuckled softly, locking the bathroom door and quickly stripped down to her lingerie.

She stood in front of him wearing a sexy matching set, her pale skin flushing red under the warm light.

Instead of taking it off herself, she turned her back to him and looked over her shoulder with a shy, breathless smile.

"Help me take it off," Cassie requested softly.

Derrick stepped closer, his gaze steady on her. "Turn around."

Cassie obeyed, her heart hammering against her ribs.

Derrick reached out, his fingers brushing against her warm skin as he smoothly unhooked her bra, letting the strap slide off her shoulders.

Cassie caught it before it could fall and placed it out the counter.

Derrick reached around, his fingers brushing against her warm hips as he hooked them into the delicate sides of her dark lace panties.

Cassie gripped the edge of the sink, her heart pounding wild against her ribs as she felt his breath hot on her neck.

Slowly, Derrick pulled the lace down over her smooth hips.

As the fabric slid past her thighs, revealing her neat, pink pussy already glistening wet under the light, her pulse went crazy.

She stepped out of the lace, standing completely naked.

"Turn around, Cass," Derrick said softly.

Cassie took a shaky breath, her face burning red as she turned to face him.

Her black eyes trembled as Derrick took her in.

His gaze moved down her cute D-cup breasts.

They were smaller and perkier compared to Rebecca’s massive pair, but they were perfectly shaped, with her tight nipples rising and falling heavily.

He traced down her smooth waist to her neat, dripping pussy.

The silence between them felt thick and warm, the raw sight of her tight, perfect body making her knees go weak under his stare.

"Satisfied?" Derrick asked with a small, heavy smirk.

Cassie swallowed hard, stepping right up to his chest. She reached down, her fingers hooking into the waistband of his dark briefs.

"Not yet," Cassie whispered, looking up into his eyes. "You’re still wearing yours."

Cassie pulled his briefs down in one quick motion, and Derrick stepped out of them, standing completely naked.

She stared down at his thick, heavy cock hanging right in front of her. Her breath hitched, and her pulse went wild. But she caught herself—she knew if she pushed him right now, he might change his mind about the bath.

She looked back up into his eyes, giving him a soft, fond smile.

"Fuck, you look good," Cassie murmured softly.

She grabbed his hand and led him straight into the shower. She turned on the tap, letting the warm water stream down over both of their bare bodies.

Grabbing the body wash, Cassie squirted a good amount onto her hands and worked up a soft lather. She stepped right up against him, pressing her slick palms flat against his broad chest.

She rubbed the soap over his shoulders and down his chest, her touch gentle as her fingers slid over his warm muscles.

"Let me wash you today," Cassie whispered over the sound of the water, looking up into his eyes.

Derrick closed his eyes for a moment, letting the warm water wash over his head as her slick hands moved down his stomach.

The tight, heavy tension from his day started to melt away under her touch.

"You don’t have to pamper me, Cass," Derrick said, his low voice cutting through the hiss of the spray.

"I want to," Cassie replied softly, her hands sliding down to his hips, spreading the slick foam over his thighs.

She rinsed her hands under the water, then took the shower head to wash the soap off his body.

As the clear water washed away the lather, her eyes naturally drifted down to his cock, hanging heavy and glistening wet between his thighs.

Her breath hitched again, her stomach turning tight.

She couldn’t help herself—she reached out and gently cupped him from underneath, her thumb softly rubbing against the smooth head.

Derrick let out a low growl, his hand snapping down to catch her wrist.

"Cassie," he warned softly, his black eyes narrowing as his grip tightened on her arm. "We agreed to wait. Don’t play with fire."

Cassie didn’t pull away. Instead, she looked up at him through her wet hair, a teasing, stubborn glint in her black eyes.

"I’m just cleaning you properly," she whispered, her voice dripping with shameless innocence as her thumb gave another tiny, deliberate stroke. "Unless... you can’t handle it?"

Derrick looked down at her, his jaw set as he tried to keep his composure, but her soft, relentless strokes were driving him crazy.

Every slow slide of her hand made his hips twitch, his restraint wearing down to a thin thread.

Finally, he grabbed her hand, his breath coming hot and heavy against her forehead.

"Alright," Derrick muttered, his voice thick and dark. "That’s enough."

Cassie chuckled softly, satisfied with herself as she stepped back and handed him the soap. "Your turn."

Derrick took the body wash and quickly scrubbed himself down, washing away the rest of the soap before turning his attention to her.

He took less time than she did, stepping up to Cassie and he rubbed the slick foam over her smooth shoulders and cute, perky breasts.

Cassie closed her eyes, letting out a soft, contented sigh as his large, warm hands washed her waist and pale thighs.

When he finally rinsed the soap off her body with the shower head, Cassie walked back and sat at the edge of the black bathtub.

"Kiss me," Cassie murmured softly, holding his gaze.

Derrick walked up to her and tilted his head, leaning down toward her lips, but Cassie gently placed a wet finger against his mouth, shaking her head.

"Not on the lips," she whispered, her voice dripping with quiet longing. "Somewhere else."