Chapter 29 #2
She lowered her leg but kept them apart, and with a husk in her voice I’d never heard from her, she said, “I’ve wanted you to do this for months, and I just found the courage to ask.” She dropped her hand and added, “But if you don’t want to, I understand.”
There was nothing I wanted to do more, and instantly, I dropped from a squat to a kneel and crawled across the shower floor. Sliding between her spread legs, I lifted her hand and licked her essence from her fingers.
“Fuck, you taste good,” I said and leaned forward, purposely keeping our bodies disconnected as I leaned in for a kiss.
Regan pressed her lips against mine, tasting the little bit of her flavor on my tongue.
When she sat back, I looked deeply into her eyes as I slowly spread her knees and inched my way up her inner thighs.
“Say stop and I will.” She nodded, and I added, “Say the words, Regan.”
“If I want you to stop, say stop.”
“Good girl,” I praised as my fingers met the crease of her legs.
Keeping our eyes locked, I ran my thumb over her clit, and she inhaled deeply.
Judging that to be a good reaction, I repeated with my other thumb, and she shivered, pressing forward ever so slightly.
I couldn’t let my cock anywhere near her pussy at that moment, so I carefully kept stroking her clit as I leaned forward and kissed the side of her neck.
She tilted her head to the side and moaned softly as I nipped my way down her slender neck. Her hips made small movements as I kissed across her shoulder and down to her perfect breasts. They were bigger than a handful, and her nipples were poking out as I licked one and then the other.
“Fuck,” she moaned, and I repeated the actions.
Rubbing her clit up and down while I nibbled on her nipples had her becoming a little more vocal.
After sucking on her breasts until she was squirming, I kissed down her stomach, feeling the raised scars against my tongue.
I was glad that fucker was dead. She seemed lighter and more relaxed now that the man who was her nightmare for too long was finally dead.
The closer I got to her pussy, the more eager I became. When I caught the first whiff of her sweet, musky scent, I wanted to feast until I was full. Looking up, needing to see if she was changing her mind, I saw a smiling Regan looking down at me.
I winked at her, and in one swift motion, I licked her with my full tongue from back to front, ending with a flick of her clit.
Her hand came down onto my shoulder as I lifted her leg back onto the ledge, opening her beautiful pussy up to me.
I wanted to taste her cum, and I wanted her to have the best orgasm of her life, until I gave her the next one.
Leaning closer, I began to lick up and down her pussy, tasting her desire for me as I pressed my pointed tongue into her wet channel and back to her clit.
Sucking, licking, flicking, nibbling, I did it all until I heard her panted moans increase and the hold on my shoulder shifted to the back of my head.
“Seth, oh yes,” Regan moaned.
Suddenly, her body convulsed, and she gripped onto the longer hair on the top of my head as her pussy pulsed under my tongue and she came.
Her orgasm lasted a good fifteen seconds, and the longer I worked her, the more she shivered and twitched.
When it became too much, she pushed against my head, and I slowed my movements until all that was left was a single kiss to her pussy.
Leaning up, I saw her sitting back with her eyes closed and a huge smile on her face. Periodically, her body would twitch and she would smile bigger. Aftershocks.
I smiled at her as I wiped my hand down my mouth and chin, collecting her juices from my face before locking eyes with her and licking the palm of my hand.
“Let’s get you dried off and into bed, baby,” I offered, and she shook her head.
“I have to . . .” She pointed at my obvious erection poking out of my briefs, and it was my turn to shake my head.
Offering her my hands, I helped her stand before turning off the water. “I’m not asking for that, and this isn’t a quid pro quo. I’m honored you let me do that, but reciprocation isn’t necessary.”
Opening the door, I stepped onto the mat and grabbed a towel from the rack before returning to a rapidly declining Regan.
The excitement and adrenaline was gone, and the need to pass out seemed to be pushing hard at her back.
Carefully, I placed the towel around her before lifting her into my arms and carrying her out of the shower.
“Towel,” she remarked and reached over to pluck another off the rack.
Walking out, I placed her on the side of her bed that had an e-reader and charger, assuming it was her side. The towel remained in place as she handed me the other towel. Instead of using it on me, I began to dry her hair.
“I’ll get your clothes,” I said and turned to quickly grab her stuff from the bathroom.
Opening the door on my way back, I glanced out and saw no one was there, so I grabbed the clothes Booker got for me and closed the door before returning to Regan.
Her hair wasn’t dripping anymore, and with slow movements, I got her to lift her arms so I could pull her shirt on. When I handed her the shorts, she shook her head.
“Let’s get you tucked in and I’ll let you get some sleep.”
“You’re . . . you’re leaving?”
I stopped and kneeled in my wet briefs as I took her hands and replied, “Not if you don’t want me to. I don’t want to upset you, and I know everything is still so . . .”
“I want you to stay.” Her words were soft but spoken from the heart. “Please.”
I leaned over and kissed her. “Since you asked so nicely.”
She tried to smile, but she was blinking so much, I worried she was going to fall asleep sitting up. “Lay down, baby. I’ll get changed and be right back.”
She stood, and I pulled the covers back and helped her get under before covering her up. Kissing her forehead, I jogged to the bathroom, removed my wet boxers, and pulled on a pair of sweats pants and a T-shirt before grabbing my first aid pack from my pants and returning to Regan.
She was lying in bed, watching the doorway, and when I got into the bed beside her, she rolled over to face me. “I need to redress that wound before you go to sleep.”
She nodded, and I made quick work of securing a bandage over the gash and taping it down. The whole time, Regan watched me, and when I laid down and lifted my arm, she rolled closer and hooked her leg over mine before resting her head on my shoulder and placing her arm over my stomach.
Wrapping my arm around her, I whispered, “Sleep well, my love.”
I thought she’d already passed out, but her tiny voice was clear as she said, “Good night, Seth. I love you.”
Her breathing evened out and her head grew heavy as she finally allowed sleep to overtake her. The past two days had been exhausting for her, but she never backed down. She didn’t quit until she got the retribution she rightfully deserved.
Now, safe in my arms, she knew she could succumb to the fatigue and allow herself to rest. And here, she would never have to worry about anyone hurting her ever again. Regan was mine, and I would kill anyone who thought they could keep us apart.
I didn’t know what brought the shower situation to pass, but I wasn’t looking a gift horse in the mouth. Regan was able to articulate what she wanted from me, and if that’s all she and I ever got to do, then I’d die a happy man, full on my beautiful woman’s pussy.
And if she wanted more, all she had to do was ask. But something told me Regan was starting an awakening of herself, now that all the ugly secrets had come to life.
And it’s an awakening that I was lucky enough to be a part of.