Chapter 33 #3
“Fuck me like the good boy you can be.” Her words whip my skin and light me on fire.
I spiral as pleasure winds me up tight, covering every inch of my being as her pussy grips me.
Her muscles tighten, and I feel her orgasm around my cock.
My thrusts get jerky, out of control and I try my damndest to get them together but I'm so close.
“Come Handsome, let me feel you,” She murmurs against my cheek and I capture her lips again.
The steam makes me slightly dizzy as the water goes from hot to warm.
But it all adds to to rush of pleasure going down my spine.
The stomach tightens like a dam about to break and damn the feeling is euphoric.
She holds me by my neck. Her slippery hands gripping my neck as hard as she can and I feel the pop in my brain as I slam into her.
Letting out a shuddering breath, I let myself come, watching her come down from her high. I keep her in my arms, needing another moment to hold her weight, her presence, with me. Leaning my forehead on hers, I peck her lips.
“I finally get to clean you how I want, Little Crane,” I mutter against her hot skin. I keep her in my lap for a moment longer as my mouth meets the skin of her shoulder, not helping but to get another taste. She chuckles as she grips the back of my head and kisses me again.
Standing up, bringing her with me, I slide out of her, much to my dismay. Slowly letting her legs go so she can stand on her own two feet. She wobbles a bit, holding onto my shoulder and I right her with hands on her hips.
“Is it really time to get clean?” She asks though a yawn takes over half her words and I chuckle.
The shower water is going to go cold soon and I can't have my Crane shivering. I guide her to stand in front of me, while we have the now warm water. I let it out under her as I grab a wide comb from the counter and set it on the shelf.
The whole bathroom is covered in condensation despite my turning on the vent fan earlier and I can’t quite be too concerned. It’s not like the owner of the house will mind.
I push the thought away from my mind as Diora smiles up at me.
Lathering shampoo between my hands, I wet her hair. Her curls lengthen under the water. Silky smooth now, compared to the frizz she had earlier. I run my hands over her hair, from root to tip, as she leans into me. Moaning, still, this time from my hands on her scalp.
She hands me the conditioner and a comb, instructing me to detangle her hair.
She tries to help but I swat her hand away needing this.
After detangling, I rinse the conditioner out, like she instructs me to do.
I wash her body. Ignoring my hardening cock at the feel of her body against my skin.
I can be patient. Her eyes drop a few times and her body sways a bit. I need to get her to bed.
My hands are covered in soap as I put the wash rag down.
Her shoulders are tense and take my knuckles, digging and kneading into her muscles there.
She moans and reaches up to hold my hand but I’m not quite done with her.
Traveling down I slide my hands over her breasts.
Kneading them once more and she arches into my hands, I’ll never have enough of her.
She turns her head and I meet her lips with a passionate wet kiss. Her tongue in my mouth and her soul permanently etched into mine. “I need you to stop unless you’re ready to go again.”
“I’m not the one that needs rest, Little Crane,” I say. The smile on my face is unbeatable as I rinse the soap off her body.
“Well, two kills and three orgasms will do that to a girl.”
We step out of the shower, and I grab the towel left on the rack. Starting with her arms and moving down her body. I motion her to stay as I turn to the cabinets and look for a lotion. Finding some, I work it in my hands, lathering her body.
Sliding my shirt over her, so she’ll start to warm, at least a little. It’s so fucking cold now that th water is off.
“It’s clean this time.” She giggles as the shirt slides over her otherwise naked body. We don’t have clothes here, but that didn’t matter. Not when I have her and she has me.
“Diora Rose Moss,” I say, grabbing her hand in mine. I run my thumb back and forth over her hand spreading the lotion. I stare at her hand. Her left hand. An instinctual need to claim filling my bones as I imagine a ring on her finger.
I move my gaze and hands, on my knees to reach her feet, and rub them as my mind races with ways to claim this precious bird in front of me.
A gold band, with a green emerald. I need her to be mine every single way. I need her stuck with me, even beyond our time here on earth. Diora needs to be mine. Fully. In every way possible.
“Whipping the full name out on me, huh?” She giggles and I nod opening the bathroom door, the cold air blasting us as we walk down the hall to the guest room Mother thankfully had.
“I love you,” I say, meeting her eyes. I watch as her smile softens, and she grabs my hand back. Her dark brown eyes stare into my soul as she processes my words. She lays my hand over her neck, gently and leans into me. Her pulse is calm and steady under my touch.
“I love you… too… Elliot Jay.”