Chapter 18 #2
For the first time all day, Grace let out a laugh—a full-blown belly laugh. “I’m… I’m sorry. That’s just the funniest thing I’ve heard in a long time.”
Sean reached over and tickled her side, which had her shrieking as she tried to contain her laughter. “You think that’s funny? Hmm. I think the Dominatrix is gone, and the jester has taken her place.”
“Oh, no,” she chastised him. “Mistress Grace is still here, lover boy. She’s just enjoying some much-needed comic relief. Now get that cute butt of yours in the shower. Sit on the bench and let me clean you up.”
Arching an eyebrow at her, he chuckled. “Cute butt?”
“Yes, cute butt.”
“I’d prefer ‘nice ass.’”
Grace lightly pinched the non-bruised side of said ass as Sean passed her on the way to the bathroom. He grasped her wrist and tugged her along. “No pinching my cute butt until I’m healed and can chase you around the bed.”
Once they were in the shower, Sean did as he’d been told and sat on the tiled seat.
Grace pulled the shower head down and began getting his skin wet enough for the soap.
He hissed a few times when she passed the spray over the areas of road rash, but she wanted to clean them again in case the nurses had missed anything.
His skin was raw and bruised, and again, she thought about how close she’d come to losing him.
Putting the shower head back on its hook, she grabbed her loofah sponge and the masculine body soap Sean had left in the shower because he didn’t want to smell like her lilac-scented one.
She gently sponged him clean, not missing a single inch of his body but being careful with the areas of shredded skin.
His eyes followed her hands as they roamed over his sinewy limbs and torso.
The tango had nothing on this seductive dance, which didn’t require them to move their feet.
Grace saved the best for last. Foregoing the sponge, she lathered up her hands.
When she wrapped them around his prominent erection, his head fell back against the tiled wall, and his eyes fluttered shut.
She caressed his cock with one hand and fondled his balls with the other, taking her time.
Sean bit his bottom lip as he brought his good hand up and covered the hand that was slowly pumping him.
He didn’t increase her pace, only the pressure, squeezing tighter.
“Fuck, woman. Who needs drugs when I have your hands and fingers sending me into orbit?”
Oh, but she was far from done. Releasing his heavy sac, she reached up for the shower head and rinsed him off. Going down on her knees, she reveled in the look on his face. His eyes were half opened, and his nostrils flared as he anticipated what was coming next.
Lightly running her hands up his thighs, she asked, “Are you hurting too much for this?”
“Hell, no!” His cock twitched as if in agreement.
“Good,” she responded seconds before her tongue licked him like an ice cream cone. She’d gone down on him before, but each time he’d stopped her before he came, wanting to come in her pussy instead. Today, she wasn’t going to give him that option.
Before Sean, Grace had never been a big fan of blowjobs, but now, she liked giving them to him. Maybe it was his taste or because she loved him that made the difference. Either way, it didn’t matter. She was just glad she liked giving something he so obviously enjoyed receiving.
Opening her mouth wide, she drew him in.
Sean’s head fell back against the tile again as he moaned loudly.
His hand went into her wet hair and encouraged her to follow his desired pace.
On the way down, she ran her tongue along the length of him, and on the way up, she sucked as hard as she could.
His pre-cum salted her taste buds, and she craved more than the small sample.
Cupping his balls, she rolled them in time with her bobbing head.
Sean’s hand tightened and loosened in her hair at the same tempo.
He slid down a little on the bench, giving her room to take more of him in.
On the next down stroke, she went as far as she could go without gagging, then swallowed, closing her throat around the tip of him.
“Fuck! Oh, shit, please do that again!”
Grace was happy to oblige. When she lifted her head again, she tongued the ‘V’ just below the head of his cock. Her eyes met his when she released him. “Come in my mouth.”
“Is that an order, Mistress Grace?”
“Damn straight, lover boy.” She took him back in her mouth and increased the pace.
Sean’s hand tightened in her hair again, and she loved the erotic sensation that shot through her.
She was horny as hell, but right now was all about Sean.
Harder and faster, she bobbed her head, sucking and licking as she went.
“Oh, baby. I’m close. Mmm. Please, don’t stop. Oh, God! Fuck, yes!”
Sean roared his release as multiple spurts of cum exploded into Grace’s mouth. She swallowed as much as she could, but a lot seeped from her lips and rolled off her chin to the shower floor.
Panting, he reached over and wiped her mouth after she freed him. “Damn, woman… that was fucking… incredible. Please tell me… I don’t have to get hit by a car again… to get a repeat of that sometime.”
Grace kissed the inside of his thigh. “If you get hit by a car again, then you’ll never get another one of those.”