Chapter 41 Pretend
PRETEND
Present day
She slid down the wall as my cum leaked out of her. Both of us dripped in sweat as we came down from the lustful high. I picked her up and walked towards the bathroom.
“What — ”
“Shh, just let me take care of you for right now. Just let me pretend if only for this moment.”
She didn’t protest as I made it to the bathroom.
I set her on the toilet as I fumbled with the bathtub knobs.
A second later, the shower pounded against the tub as the water heated.
Summer watched me with guarded eyes. I checked the water and helped her into the tub when the water was warm.
A squeak of protest left her as the water cascaded against the wall scrapes I had given her.
I grimaced at my carelessness, but she just stood there in the shower and watched me as I stepped into the shower behind her.
Her arms wrapped around herself as the water slid off her shoulders and back.
I didn’t talk as I grabbed the bottle of shampoo from the built-in shelf.
I turned her to face the oncoming stream as I lathered her hair with the liquid.
My hands massaged and pulled grunts and moans out of her as I cleaned her hair.
My cock stirred again, but I didn’t stop until I had scrubbed her hair clean.
When I was done with the lather and her hair was rinsed, I was rock hard and needed to taste her.
I kneeled in front of her, my hands gripped her hips as I buried my face between her unsteady legs.
My lips coated in our combined release, and I groaned.
Her hands threaded into my hair as I licked and brushed my tongue against her labia.
Her taste was so addicting it was like a salty watermelon with a twist. It didn’t satisfy the craving as I plunged my tongue into her.
The delicious taste combined with her moans was my own personal buffet with a choir of music.
I pumped a finger into her as I focused on her clitoris, suctioning it between my lips.
Water ran down my face as I caught her in that sultry, seductive stare.
Her mouth ajar, frozen in a moan as her chest heaved.
Her nipples glistened against the water, and she looked divine.
My goddess, my vengeance, my life. Maybe she was right; we had something more. She was mine.
I didn’t take my eyes off her as I continued to ruin her.
Her eyes snapped closed as I added another digit to her thrusting in at the same brutal pace.
“Look at me,” I ground out. Her eyes rolled open, and I groaned.
My jaw ticked as I ran my tongue against her bud.
It was a never-ending game of chase, my tongue pinned her clit to the side, caressing it, and when I thought it would submit to my will, it slipped between and started all over again.
She struggled to stand, but I held her firm against the shower wall.
Pinned in place by my mouth and unable to escape the pending orgasm.
Her face tightened, and she went to close her eyes again, but I bit down on her clitoris, forcing her attention back towards me.
Her eyes were so expressive in the battle between her body and mind.
I spun her clit in my mouth, urging her closer to her release as I added another finger into her heat.
She wailed as her inner walls clamped against me, shattering against my face.
I slowed my fingers working her through the high and lapping up all her sweet release.
When I was confident that I had gotten all I gently set her feet back on the ground, and held her while I soaped the rest of her body.
We stood in comfortable silence. She was too tired to argue when I dried us off and didn’t complain when her head hit my soft pillow.
I pulled the sheets around her and left when her breaths evened out and slumber had taken her.