Chapter 15
Thor picked up the bottle of scented body wash and poured a generous amount onto the sponge.
His suggestive eyes stared at me. I turned around.
He took his time, starting with my back while I held my hair out of his way.
Never before had a sponge felt so delicate and soft on my skin.
Thor rubbed it in slow, sensual circles that caused a tingling at the base of my spine.
He worked his way down to the top of my buttocks and stopped.
I was more than ready to complain when I felt the sponge slide again, chasing over my ass, massaging deliciously.
I bit my lower lip hard and took a deep breath when I felt his fingers slip between my legs, teasing me, while his other hand kept the sponge massaging my ass.
My pussy ached, desperate with need. I would have touched myself if I hadn’t had to hold my hair with one hand and use the other to keep myself standing.
When he finished soaping me up—and torturing me—Thor led me under the water again, washing the foam from my body, and finally, I was able to let my hair go.
His hands gripped my hips, and his mouth chased my shoulder blades. His hard cock nudged my lower back. He turned me to face him.
“Your body is beautiful, love…” Thor rinsed the sponge and added more body wash, then caught my arm. “…I think about doing so many things with it… I mean, I’m going to fulfill every desire, every fantasy.”
My mouth parted as I drew air with difficulty while my mind filled with images of the two of us together, his cock penetrating me deep and hard while he loved me and pleasure peaked.
“What do you think about doing to me?”
Thor studied me for a few seconds. “Many things,” he murmured, starting to soap my other arm, beginning at the shoulder and working down to my fingers. “And you’re going to enjoy every minute of it.”
“I-I…” I started, faltering and momentarily forgetting what I was going to say when the sponge touched my neck and moved down to my chest.
He played with me, sliding the sponge around and between my breasts without actually touching them.
“Were you saying something?”
I took a deep breath, trying to make my liquefied brain work. Thor finally slid the sponge over my breasts, massaging my sensitive nipples.
“In some places, torturing a pregnant woman is a crime.”
The sponge moved down my round belly. My purr turned into a moan when he reached my hips and brushed my pussy.
I threaded my fingers into his short hair and tugged lightly.
From his kneeling position, Thor lifted his gaze and stared at me, offering me one of his lustful smiles, the kind that lit me all the way down to my soul.
“I’m not torturing you, baby.” He set the sponge aside and picked up the bottle of body wash, pouring a little onto his fingers. “I’m just giving you a bath and caressing you.”
His hand touched my thigh in a silent request, and I parted my legs enough for his soapy fingers to wash my waxed pussy.
I never thought a shower, a common and essential daily habit, could be so erotic and pleasurable, even though his touches seemed innocent.
Why had I waited so long?
I gasped when I felt his slippery fingers massage my clit. I looked down. His eyes were fixed on the slow movement of his fingers.
“Did you lose something down there?”
He looked up.
“Nothing. Really nothing I wouldn’t want to lose.”
Thor picked up the sponge again, giving special attention to my thighs, knees, calves, ankles, feet, and each of my toes. And again he guided me into the spray of water. I felt incredibly clean. And very turned on too.
I stepped out from under the spray while squeezing the excess water from my hair, but my fingers froze in the middle of the process when I focused on his image the moment he took possession of the shower.
Rinsing his own body. If I hadn’t been so dazed watching the way the foam slid down his body until it reached his feet, I probably would have realized I was drooling like a dog.
Thor was delicious.
When he finished showing off, he turned off the shower and looked at me, giving me a wicked smile. Maledetto. He knew. Thor passed me, leaving the shower stall, and I followed him.
“Wait there, I’ll get the towel.”
Thor pulled a pair of fluffy white towels from the cabinet. He wrapped one around his hips and came to me. I lifted my hand to take it, but he moved the towel away from me.
“Allow me.”
He dried me, wrapped me in the towel, and sat me on the bed.
“I need my toiletry bag, Thor.”
Thor got it, but didn’t hand it to me, sitting behind me.
“Are you going to comb my hair too?”
“Do you mind?”
“Far be it from me to mind your chivalry.”
“Do you put any cream in your hair to comb it?”
“A little.”
“And which one is it? There are several bottles here.”
“Use the orange bottle.”
Once again, Thor took his time, brushing strand by strand, and contrary to what I thought, he didn’t struggle with the tangles.
I didn’t feel a single pull either. His brushing was careful, almost gentle, giving me a delicious feeling of pure relaxation.
He seemed to take as much pleasure in that task as I did, maybe more, so much that he kept running the brush through my hair from root to ends for a long while, even after it was already detangled.
I didn’t complain and would have been insane to do so.
However, minutes later, I had to interfere with his fun, because it was making me very lazy and sleepy.
I couldn’t sleep. I had this discomfort between my legs that needed to be resolved.
“You know. I like the stallion too.” He released a delicious laugh that reverberated in my bones. I went on, shameless. “Maybe tonight he could say a quick hello before sleep knocks me out.”
Thor feigned shock.
“I make you sleepy?”
“Very.” I sighed. “You used me plenty, and pregnancy doesn’t allow me many excesses besides demanding an unreasonable amount of sleep.”
Thor came closer, his chest touching my back. The towel had disappeared. His hands touched my thighs and ran upward, making me shiver. His mouth chased my right shoulder to my neck.
“Then maybe we should get dressed and sleep. I don’t want to overdo it.”
“Or maybe you should shut up and stop playing the saintly puritan, and eat me already,” I muttered slyly, taking his hand and bringing it where I wanted it. “I’m pregnant. I’m not allowed to be left wanting or contradicted.”
“Fuck, baby!” he exclaimed, a little irritated, though his hand on my sex moved on its own. “I’m trying to be romantic here.”
“I don’t want romance right now. I want the stallion.”
“You want my cock, you dirty girl.”
“Every inch of it.”
And he gave me every one, slowly.
“No,” I murmured breathlessly half an hour later, grabbing Thor’s hips, wanting to keep him inside me longer, but it was already too late.
He laughed. I turned my face to him.
“My cock loves your pussy, but he needs to rest too, baby,” he said arrogantly before striking me with his kiss.
“He could rest inside me while we sleep,” I suggested, letting mischief weigh down my tone. “I wouldn’t mind.”
“My cock would, and I’d bet my life that little pussy would too. I didn’t know pregnancy caused this much fire. Shouldn’t it be the opposite?”
“Are the years starting to weigh on you or something?”
“Always so greedy.”
“I never denied it. And I have every right to be. After all, the only person here who spent long months in a miserable dry spell was me, not you.”
“Which is a very good thing. One less funeral in the country.”
I stared at him in disbelief. “You’re very sexist, you know that?”
“I don’t see it that way.”
“And how do you see it?”
“You belong to me. You’re mine, and no one touches what’s mine.”
“Well, then give me a gun and teach me how to use it.”
“What the hell for…?”
“I have to kill a cow.” And I added with a subtle stab of amusement, even though I was serious, “You belong to me too, and I don’t like the fact that another woman, especially that bitch, was fucking you. Not one bit.”
His hand caught my face and forced me to look at him.
“Don’t say that, not even as a joke. Understood? Never again.”
“Why? It’s the truth. Or are you going to tell me now that you weren’t screwing her?
And don’t bother lying. I heard you. Not that it was any of my business, but it was hard not to hear when the rooms aren’t soundproofed and your room is across from mine.
And unless I misunderstood the fact that you declared yourself mine, I have every right to kill that shitty cow. ”
He blinked and looked very surprised and a little embarrassed.
I huffed, removed his hand from my face, and turned onto my side, giving him my back. Truly angry.
“Looks like I owe you an apology…”
“Don’t bother, because it won’t change the fact that you buried yourself inside her while I practically became a damn virgin.”
“Are you sorry you didn’t fuck someone else? Is that the issue?”
“I didn’t say that,” I protested, turning back to him.
Heithor sat on the edge of the bed, his shoulders tense in the dimness of the room.
“You didn’t have to. Your tone said it all,” he scolded, rising in his naked glory and staring at me. “Are you sorry because I slept with my ex when we were separated and you didn’t sleep with anyone? Or maybe you’re more sorry you didn’t relive old times with the bastard who took your virginity?”
My eyes nearly popped out of my face. “What did you say?”
“The piece of shit you wouldn’t stop chattering with at Pietra’s birthday. The old neighbor. And don’t deny it. I know he was the one who took your virginity. You two even had a little thing, didn’t you? Did you want to relive it?”
“How do you…?” There was no way he could know about John unless… “Pietra,” I bit out, very angry with the bitch. “She was the one who told you about John, wasn’t she? You know what? You don’t need to answer. It really isn’t necessary.”
I got up, took the towel from the floor, and wrapped it around my body.