Chapter Nineteen
Getting clean never felt so dirty before. -Asher
Asher
“You know what we need, Asher?” Lyla asks in a teasing tone.
I shake my head as I enter my house behind her.
She gives me her naughty smile again. The smile that spells wicked and wonderful things ahead. “We need a shower to wash all this sand off.”
I chuckle. “I like the way you think, Lyla. Race you to the shower.”
I do, indeed, beat her to the shower. But I barely get to lord it over her before she’s whipping off the top to her bikini and standing in front of me with those beautiful breasts in my line of sight. All thoughts leave my head then, and my mouth goes dry.
“Lyla…” I start, but then can’t think of what to say.
“What?” she asks and tilts her head to send me a questioning look.
I tug my shirt over my head and pull her close to me. “You’re just so damn beautiful, sweetheart.”
I’m rewarded with a sweet smile for that comment. She pulls her bikini bottoms down and sends me that damn naughty look again. She reaches over to turn the water on in the shower and the spray begins to beat down. She pulls the shower curtain back and turns, “Follow me? Ready to get clean, doctor?”
I hurry so fast to get my shorts off that I almost trip over the toilet in the small bathroom and Lyla laughs at me.
She’s no longer laughing though as I pull her naked body up against mine under the warm water. I can feel every curve of her against me. My body pulses with the desire to be inside her wet heat. Fuck, I want her.
“Will you do everything I say?” I whisper in her ear. “I’m in charge, right?”
She nods up at me, those blue eyes luminous and innocently wide. Fuck, even her innocence turns me on.
“Turn around and spread your legs wide.” She does as I say, and I trail my hand along her back. “Put your hands up against the wall and push out that beautiful ass of yours.”
I stroke my cock as she gets into position. I’ve never been so hard in my life. All I want is this woman right here, just to be inside of her even for a second.
I rub the globes of her ass with my palm, and she whimpers. I can feel the water sluicing down my back and hitting my stomach, but I can only focus on her. She wiggles her butt again and I smack one cheek, making it bounce. She cries out.
I slide my finger along the crack of her ass all the way to the slit of her pussy and feel her shaking. “Are you ready, Lyla?” I whisper, “Are you ready to be taken from behind by me?” I nip lightly at the shell of her ear. “I’m going to take you hard, so hard that you’ll feel me at work all day.” I slide a finger inside of her and she gasps. “You’ll be walking around in those damn scrubs all day feeling me between those legs of yours. This pussy will be aching from all the work I put it through. Is that what you want?’
She nods frantically and I add another finger.
Her hips buck back, searching for me, searching for my big cock. I pull my fingers out and slap her ass again, reveling in the sound of her moan after. Water slides down my body and onto hers and I trace a droplet onto the small of her back. She moans again, and shakes her hips, waiting for me.
I line my cock up against her pussy, already anticipating the moment I’ll sink into her.
I decide to claim her then, to take her like she’s mine, since she is. I choose to ignore the voice in my mind that tries to remind me that this is probably temporary, like all things are.
I push deep inside of her and abruptly pull out. Again and again, I pound into her, until I have to place a hand around her waist to keep her upright. She’s screaming now, as I take her from behind and feel her tightness envelop me.
I bend my knees and keep going, pushing into her with all I have and watching my cock disappear into her wet heat again and again.
“I’m coming!” she screams finally, and I pull her back against me with more force.
I want to feel her break. I want to feel her fall apart against me.
Her body shakes as she finally lets go. I feel her gush against my cock and that’s when my release starts.
I roar as my cock releases load after load into her.
“Fuck, fuck,” is all I can say afterwards. I barely manage to hold myself and her up long enough to reach the bed. We splay on top of the bed sheet, wet and naked.
I reach over and stroke her arm. “Never,” I say quietly. “I’ve never felt that way before.”
She’s still for a long time until she finally prompts herself up on her elbow. “I know you don’t want to hear this,” she says softly, “but I love you. I think I’ve always been in love with you.”
She bites her lip and I try not to look away in panic. There’s a warmth inside of me at her words, but there’s also a lot of…anxiety. I don’t know if I can say it back because in my world real love has never existed. I don’t want to make her promises I can’t keep.
I trail my finger along her cheekbone. “I care about you, Lyla. I care about you a lot.”
Her face falls and I immediately regret my words, but I don’t add anything. I can’t. She sighs and curls up beside me. We don’t talk that night about any of it and we don’t make love again. I simply hold her and she very so simply lets me.