Chapter 20
We shed our clothes and fall onto the bed in a tangle of naked limbs.
Sully licks my collarbone and sucks my nipple into his mouth, giving it a teasing bite that drives me insane.
I buck my hips higher as his mouth travels down my stomach.
He forces my thighs apart with his hands and takes his time, kissing his way up.
At first, his thumb rubs against my clit.
“You’re already so swollen and wet for me.” He dips a finger inside, and I curl my fingers around the metal iron bars where the headboard should be.
“You’re such a braves M?dchen,” he murmurs, voice low and reverent. Then he glances up at me, eyes dark with heat. “Such a good girl.”
Usually, it takes me a while to get going, but Sully knows the right combination to unlock my body. To make me feel things I’ve never experienced before.
He hooks his hands under my knees and pulls me closer. His blue eyes darken with desire as his gaze pierces into me. My breath hitches when his face dips between my legs. “You smell incredible…”
I bite the pillow as his mouth finds me, and a scream rips from my throat with the first stroke of his tongue. He moves deeper, more deliberate, each motion unraveling me.
When I reach the peak—every muscle tightening, hips bucking, pleasure rolling through me in waves—he pulls away and sinks his teeth into my thigh, marking me. A shiver rockets down my spine.
He plants his hands on either side of my torso and pulls himself up, hovering over me. I wrap my arms around his neck as he kisses my lips.
Using all my strength, I force him to roll over and straddle him. My hips line with his perfectly. “My turn,” I murmur, running my nails down his chest.
He’s already stiff and large when I reach down to grasp his penis. I pump the base a couple of times, and he groans in pleasure.
A sinister smile curls my lips as I get into a better position, sitting back on my legs.
There’s a bead of moisture on his tip already.
My thumb rubs it away, circling him a few times before easing him into my mouth.
My tongue traces the thick vein underneath his cock and he grabs handfuls of sheets as I close my lips around his shaft.
He’s big, but I’m able to fill my mouth with him to the hilt.
It doesn’t take long before he comes. I swallow and lie beside him as he tries to calm his breathing.
“That mouth of yours is something,” he says, resting his head on his arm.
“Hmm.” I lay my cheek on his chest and lazily trace the spider tattoo just below his belly button.
The air is thick with the scent of sweat, skin, and satisfaction. My hair is tangled from fingers and friction, clinging to my neck in damp waves. “I’m taking a shower.”
Sully follows, completely naked, not even pretending to hesitate. “Allow me.” He turns on the hot water and we step inside together. Warm streams cascade from the ceiling while the detachable showerhead rests on the wall, filling the space with steam as the heat sinks into our bodies.
I look at his shampoo; it’s the basic kind hotels offer, but squirting some in my hand it smells like lilacs and honey. As I lather my hair, Sully snags my wrists with each hand. “Let me wash you.”
He pumps some shampoo into his palm and focuses on each strand like he’s trying to make my hair shine. He has me lower my head back and gingerly runs his fingers through my hair until all the suds are gone.
He grabs the conditioner and his brow crinkles. “I never use this.”
“It’s for the ends.”
He smiles and lathers it between his hands before adding it to my hair.
“As that sits for a bit, let me wash your hair,” I say.
Sully lowers himself to his knees, allowing his head to be the same level as my chest. I lather his hair and create a mohawk on the center of his head. I bite my tongue, but he can feel my laughter with his hands planted on my hips.
“What did you do?” He reaches up and feels the spikes.
“I couldn’t resist.”
“You’re going to pay for that.” He stands and snags the showerhead from the wall. “Now be a good girl and place your foot here.” He points to the soap dish and turns the setting on the showerhead to a more singular and powerful water jet.
Oh, fuck.
My foot fits in the soap dish perfectly. He hooks his right arm around me to keep me steady as he nudges my thighs open wider with the back of the showerhead. When he turns it around, the water hits the perfect place on my clit and I bite his shoulder.
My legs weaken and he supports my weight as the water moves farther down and back up. He finally drops the showerhead, allowing it to smack hard into the wall and plunges three fingers inside me. “This belongs to me.”
“Yes…” I feel myself tighten around his fingers. As he moves in and out, the orgasm hits me like a train.
Sully hangs the showerhead back up and grabs a washcloth, adding some body wash, and washes me. He’s careful around my sensitive bits; a little too handsy on my breasts, but I won’t complain.
After we rinse off, he grabs us each a towel. I bury myself into the fluffy white cloth and pad to the bed. I’m too sleepy to get dressed; this towel dress will have to do.
Sully grabs a small remote from the nightstand beside him. He hits a button, and the window blinds close, erasing all light.
I drape a leg over his and use his torso as the perfect pillow, listening to the steady rhythm of his heartbeat. His fingers gently flow through my hair, making it easy to fall asleep in his embrace.