Chapter 5
Jema
Without hesitation, I spread my thighs. He's right; I do enjoy him being bossy. It helps me skip over my shyness because I’m simply doing what he tells me to. A small gasp escapes me when the cloth touches my sex. Salvador's gaze intensifies, and his eyes stay locked with mine.
He rubs against my sex before going farther down to thoroughly clean all of me. His touch is erotic and sweet at the same time. It's fitting for a man that appears to have two sides to him.
"Salvador," I gasp as my hands grab the side of the tub.
His bare fingers spread me open and pet my clit. Need intensifies, and I ache for more, and for him to be the one to give it to me.
"It's been a while. My wife is greedy for attention." There’s a bulge in the front of his pants where his cock is straining against the material. I have no clue how that fits inside of me, but it must. "Do you want to cum?"
"I think so." My breasts feel heavier, and my nipples tighten. I shift my hips, trying to get friction on my clit, but he moves his fingers so that I can’t.
"So greedy,” he says, making a tsking sound. “That would normally get you a smack to your pretty pussy."
“You wouldn’t.” I lick my lips, intrigued by this threat.
He slides his other hand under the small of my back so he lifts my lower half slightly out of the water. It’s enough for my sex to be exposed to the cool air, and he gives it a small pop. My back arches, and I gasp as the sensation tingles all the way up my spine.
“That’s a punishment?"
"Careful, kitten," Salvador warns, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so that I don't say anything. His eyes sharpen on me like he knows I want to say something, but I’m holding back. Without warning, he pops my sex again, and I cry out in pleasure. “Say it.”
"If this is the punishment, I can see why I might have a sassy mouth.” My words are coming out breathy. “I mean, what’s next? Are you going to tie me to a chair and feed me ice cream?"
"To a chair?” Salvador asks, sounding almost hesitant.
"I would have suggested the bed, but it's difficult to eat while lying down."
His shoulders relax, and a small chuckle leaves him. "We'll discuss your punishments later. Right now I want to get my wife off and back in bed."
"You're the one holding us up," I point out and give him a saucy grin.
Damn, I picked a good husband. I love how relaxed and playful I can be with him. Clearly my body knows him, but it could also be the meds.
“My apologies." He doesn’t appear the least bit sorry as he traps my clit between his fingers and rolls it back and forth. "Are you ready to cum for me, kitten?”
The feel of his touch and his filthy words make me moan, and I rock my hips against him. The pressure on my clit as he circles it makes my need climb higher.
"Yes,” I gasp as Salvador leans forward and catches one of my nipples with his mouth. Then my cries of pleasure fill the bathroom as instinct takes over.
When he grazes his teeth across my nipple, my mind goes blank as the only thing I can focus on is my climax. The orgasm wraps around me like a vise before exploding outward into a million pieces.
Salvador's mouth covers mine, muffling the sounds pouring from me. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and it’s as dominating as the rest of him. I kiss him back as his fingers draw out the rest of my orgasm until I’m melting back into the bathtub and releasing my death grip on the sides of it.
My eyes are closed, and I let out a heavy sigh as a wave of exhaustion hits me. I’m so spent that I don't realize what’s happening until I'm being lifted out of the water.
"You’re going to get all wet,” I tell Salvador, and a laugh bubbles out of me.
"I don't care."
He puts me gently on my feet to dry me off before leading me over to the vanity, where I take a seat in front of the mirror. Salvador brushes my hair, mindful of the wound on the back of my head. He's better at remembering it than I am, but clearly I'm not remembering much of anything.
How in the world could I forget having an orgasm like that? If anything, it should have jolted all my memories back.
"You're smiling, kitten." He smiles too before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You're thinking about me.”
"I was thinking, how could I forget that kind of pleasure?" I let out a contented sigh, but I'm starting to feel drained. I don't want to go to sleep; I want to stay with him.
"Wait until I get my mouth between those thighs." He kisses my forehead before wrapping me in a robe and leading me back to bed. I love how he kisses me every chance he gets. "Let me get you something to wear."
I watch him disappear, and a few moments later he returns with only a shirt. "No panties?"
"You don't need them." Salvador motions for me to lift my arms, then slips it over my head. "Normally we sleep naked, but you're still shy, so a shirt will suffice.”
As soon as it’s on, I can tell it’s one of his. I lift the front to smell it, but there’s only the scent of flowery detergent.
“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me curiously.
"Seeing if it smells like you."
"You like the way I smell?" He puffs up a little, and I decide to tease him.
"No, not at all,” I tell him smugly. "There’s no way I’m stroking that ego of yours." Salvador throws back his head and laughs, and I get that excited flutter again. "I'm guessing I like poking you?"
"You do." Salvador pulls the blanket back so I can slip into bed.
"Are you not coming to bed with me?” I ask with a yawn.
"I have a few things to take care of first." My expression must show panic because he cups my cheek with his hand. "I'm not going anywhere, and if I do step out, it will only be for a short while. I won't leave the grounds of the estate."
"The estate?" I don't think I have a real picture of how big the house and the property are. He explained it some, but I must not have fully grasped it.
"Yes, the estate." He points over to a table that has fresh flowers on it.
"There’s a camera right there so that I can watch you, but I'm going to bring my laptop in here to work.
And like I said, if I do step out, it will be short.
If you wake up during that time, I'll know and come back.
It will only take me a few minutes to get to you. "
His reassurance relaxes me enough that I don’t tease him about the camera.
"Thank you," I tell him before I turn my head and kiss his palm. "I don't know why I'm so needy. Is that normal?"
"At times,” he says with a soft smile. “But trust me, wife, I love nothing more than when you're needy for me. Never let that be a worry in your mind."
He kisses my forehead, and I lie down as he takes his time tucking me in. I love how much I'm being taken care of and how special he makes me feel. It’s like I’m this priceless object that he’s sworn to take care of.
Once I’m tucked in, I expect him to leave, but instead, he takes a seat on top of the blanket beside me. He leans back against the headboard, and I turn on my side to wrap my arm around him.
Taking a deep breath, I close my eyes and feel the weight of sleep pulling me under. My last thoughts are of how I must feel utterly safe with him. Because there’s no way I’d ever be able to sleep next to someone who was dangerous. Right?