38. Chapter 38
I pulled back in a daze and marveled at the beautiful woman before me. There was a look of pure contentment radiating from her. The experience had done something to me. Or maybe it was her asking to be my dirty little princess that heightened it.
I’d never seen a woman come like she just did. My fingers were still clenched inside her, and I could feel the pulsing all the way up my arm. A seemingly endless flow of her sweet honey trickled down, and I savored the taste. I took several more laps at her little pussy, cleaning her.
As the last of her moans subsided, the tenseness in her body eased. She slumped against the shower wall, still gasping for air. On my knees in front of her is where I wanted to live. My tongue returned to lavishing soothing care on her, teasing strokes, calming ones.
With a gentle tug of her hands on my hair, I looked up. My breath caught in my throat at the pure, unadulterated trust and vulnerability staring back. Privileged. I was the privileged one. The look on her face was for me.
I smiled. “You okay?”
“Mmhmm, more than okay.”
I gave her another lick, and her body shivered. “My pleasure, princess.”
She tugged once more, and I rose, pressing my body into hers. She chuckled, sounding giddy, and it made me smile. Wrapping her arms around me, she rocked under the spray, holding me tight.
“How…how did I taste?” she asked, whisper-soft. There was a touch of apprehension there.
“See for yourself,” I answered before kissing her long and deep.
She matched the energy and explored the taste of herself in my mouth. She seemed eager to know, and that alone was hot as hell. I barely felt her hands on my cock. I was too into kissing her, but she lined it up with her pussy and that was all it took.
I was once more seated deep inside her, hissing as she cried out. All our play had made her swollen and her channel tighter. I tilted her chin and kissed her deeply.
“Be a good girl and keep one foot on the ground. I don’t want you to slip. Or we could end up spending the night in hospital.”
“Would you fuck me there, too?”
“That might be a bit difficult.” I thrust into her. “We’d be interrupted by nurses every few minutes.”
“Can’t be worse than the family back home.”
“True, but there would also be the pain your tailbone would be in. I don’t recommend.”
“Fine, I suppose I can listen this once.”
I chuckled and nipped her lower lip before lifting one of her legs. “Put your arms over my shoulders to balance yourself,” I murmured in her ear as she complied.
I pulled back tantalizingly slow as she adjusted and then pushed forward. Her hands gripped my shoulders tighter as I fucked into her. Slow and sensual, mindful of the fact that this was all new to her.
I wanted her to enjoy it, to feel the closeness of my heart. She leaned her head against my chest. Her tongue ran along a portion of the tattoo inked forever on me. Then she let out a soft whine.
“What is it, princess?” I asked, sliding my free hand up to cradle her head against me. Another muffled sound erupted from her. “Talk to me,” I crooned as I continued to thrust into her at a slow pace.
Did she have any idea how much I desired her words? How much I desired her. She ground against me. My hand, the one supporting her thigh, tightened into the soft flesh, gripping harder, stilling her.
“Please use words for me,” I begged.
“I like it faster,” she whispered.
“Sorry, didn’t catch that.” I smirked before tilting her head up and exposing her full lips. My eyes drilled into hers, and I brought my thrusts to a complete stop.
She cried out, and her hand rose. I almost expected her to slap me again. Instead, she sank her fingers into my hair and pulled hard.
“Fuck me faster,” she demanded, her eyes on fire.
“Fuck me faster, who?” I taunted.
“Fuck me faster, Sir,” she purred, and a guttural sound erupted from my throat.
I expected her to say Lev, a sir was completely outside anything I thought possible, given her disdain for all things BDSM. A look of uncertainty passed through her eyes, and I kissed her hard and long.
Pulling away, I demanded, “Use your manners, princess. And ask me again.”
“Please, Sir, will you fuck me faster?” she whined.
“I’d love to,” I whispered. “But I’ll need your hands.”
She quickly unlatched her grip from my shoulders, and I took her wrists in my hand, marveling at how they fit perfectly. I pinned them to the wall above her head.
Her back immediately arched off the wall, and her breasts thrust forward. I took my time with them teasing her until she panted in frustration, my cock not moving inside her just throbbing in need.
“Ready?” I asked.
“Please,” she once more begged.
I gave in, giving her what she wanted. The pounding, rapid pace sparked tears in her eyes. Leaning in, I kissed the salty essence of them. My cock grew harder as they spilled down her cheeks.
“Too much for you?” I asked, thrusting harder.
“Yes…no…I don’t know. You make me feel…alive. I love…love it.”
Something inside me broke, and I went feral as I thrust into her dripping pussy to the point where her words stopped entirely.
Tension snapped along my core. Her leg gave out, and my strategically placed hands were the only support she had as I pumped into her.
I wasn’t going to last much longer. I stared down, and she met my gaze head on.
Knowing I had her full attention, I had to speak my mind. “I think you’re right about various types of soulmates. Because being inside you like this.” I kissed her before continuing, “We are not two souls in different bodies fucking.”
Tears immediately spilled down her cheeks, and her vulnerability shone like a beacon.
“You and I, princess, are one soul stretched across two bodies.” I paused, feeling the words seep from my lips into the depths of her. “Experiencing something altogether magical. Spiritual even. Every move you make is subconscious.”
Her body coiled tightly, and I knew she was going to come any second.
“We are one heartbeat, one rhythm, a part of one another. And you’re mine now. I won’t ever let you go.”
She screamed as the last word left my lips, giving into another orgasm.
I didn’t know what was more satisfying, hearing my name on her lips over and over or the pulsing of her sweet pussy around my cock.
It was all I needed. My balls drew up tight, and I threw my head back and roared her name as I pumped another load of cum deep inside her.
We stayed frozen in the moment. The cascading water from the shower had turned lukewarm.
She shivered, and I stepped back, pulling out.
I couldn’t help but admire the trail of my cum and her juices as they dripped down her thigh.
I traced it with two fingers, scooping up the mess and massaging it into her sore pussy.
“No more,” she begged.
“The whole point of this shower was to clean you, and yet here you are still messy,” I teased. “I can’t leave you like this, now can I?” I unhooked the handheld shower from the wall and smirked. “Isabella,” I sang.
Her eyes slowly came into focus, and she stared at my hand, jerking as I rinsed her legs.
“Don’t you think about doing that!” she exclaimed.
I brought it closer to her center. “Shh, I’ll have you cleaned up in no time,” I whispered.
“I don’t think I can take anymore,” she moaned. Her hand flew to my wrist and tightened around it. “Please, sir,” she cried.
I dialed up the pressure and aimed the pulsing jets of water at her flushed, sensitive pussy, centering on her clit.
“Please, sir. I can’t take…” Her pleas dissolved into a whimper as she widened her legs for me like a good girl.
I enjoyed watching her this time too, as I pushed her over the edge again and the relentless stream of water washed away the evidence of our lovemaking. I stepped back in awe.
Lovemaking.
How many times had I thought what Hannah and I had done was lovemaking?
I felt humbled and like I was learning something new for the first time.
I realized I had no idea that intimacy could feel like this.
What Isabella and I had done was so much deeper than I could have imagined possible with another human being.
Making love. Love.
The word swirled fast and furious inside me. Was this what it felt like? She collapsed against me, pulling me from my reverie. I reacted in time and caught her. My arms went around her, and I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry. Ultimately, she helped me with that, too.
With a light slap against my wet chest, she murmured, “I used my manners, you know. See if I call you Sir again.”
I let loose, unable to contain the laughter and happiness coursing through me. She joined in, making the moment all the more intimate.
“I told you that you’d walk bow-legged tomorrow. I’m a man of my word. You can always count on my promises. Now let me get you out of here and into bed. You’ve earned it, pretty girl.”