Page 12 of The Stowaway

“Thank you,” she said as the bubbles covered her body.

“Do you want your book?”

“No, I just want to wash up and relax a little,” she said, blushing from her chest to her cheeks.

“Okay, give me a shout when you're finished. Do not get up by yourself,” I warned her.

When she nodded, I moved the washcloth and the floral soap towards her before going into the bedroom. She would be relaxed and pliable by the time she got to bed, which was perfect for what I had in mind.

I messaged Dima to give him a few instructions regarding the office and my little stowaway. It was always best to be prepared. I changed my clothes and put on a loose pair of long shorts because I didn't want to frighten her by sleeping in the nude. I knew she had been attacked, and I didn't know how much she had been exposed to. My jaw clenched, and my lips flattened at the thought of her petite frame up against a man. She couldn't be any taller than around five foot six.

I lay on the bed with my hands tucked under my head, listening to the small splashes of water until there was silence. I closed my eyes as I pictured her naked in the bath, her porcelain white skin slippery and wet. My cock was aching for relief again. I pushed my dick down and gripped it, willing it to go down before I went back to her.

It felt like forever when she finally called my name. I loved the sound of it on her lips and couldn't wait to hear it from her lips when she came. I took the silky piece of nightwear in with me and hung it beside the towel railing. She looked peaceful when I glanced down at her. My eyes dropped to her voluptuous breasts that were poking out of the water.

I cleared my throat. “Are your feet okay?” I asked, reaching for the warm towel before placing it on the side of the tub.

“Yes, they don't hurt.”

“Good,” I murmured before taking her arm and hand to help her up.

Once, she was standing on the bathmat. I drained the water from the bath before I took the towel and began to dry her skin. I didn't rub hard but wiped the moisture from her body. I turned her around to do the same with her back seeing her ass for the first time. It took everything in me not to stroke the plump mounds of flesh.

I wrapped my arm around her before I rubbed the towel between her legs, taking my time in drying her. Her head tilted on my bare chest with one hand resting on my arm. I quickly dried her legs before I came in my shorts.

After tossing the towel in the bathtub, I slipped the nightdress over her head. There was lace at the front of the V-neck design, leaving a tantalising view of her breasts, and the lace at the bottom sat midway on her thighs. She was looking at the floor with her head tilted down.

I held her hand and led her into the bedroom. She had chosen to sleep on the right side of the bed, so I pulled the covers back and watched her climb on the bed. Her movements seemed smoother, so I knew the hot bath with the salts must have alleviated some of her discomfort. The silky scrap of material rode up her thighs, teasing me with her almost uncovered pussy.

I switched the lights off, leaving the wall lights around the bed on, creating a more intimate and soothing ambience. Her hair was still tied up, with strands around her face. I lay beside her, resting my hand on her stomach.

“If you move, I’ll stop,” I said, warning her.

Her green eyes flashed a defiant look before she nodded. I wanted her pleasure, not her pain. I kept my eyes on her while slipping my hand down towards her pussy.

“Open your legs for me, Kitten.”

She looked away, but I felt her move her legs, and I dipped my hand down until I felt her pussy. Using the tip of my finger, I moved it along her opening, pausing when I saw her arousal. I took her hand and placed it over my cock.

“This is what you do to me, Amelia. You don't need to do anything but breathe, and I want nothing more than to consume you. To drain every last drop of my cum inside you,” I said in a low tone of voice.

She glanced down at our hands before opening her hand and rubbing my dick. I closed my eyes and pushed my finger inside her hot, wet hole. I finger fucked her tight pussy while she stroked my cock. I pulled my finger out and licked her sweetness off me.

“You're so fucking wet for me, Kitten. You have no clue how much you twist me up,” I growled before moving away from her to settle between her legs. “Hold on to whatever you can, but if you move, I’m going to stop.”

I bent down while lifting her leg and put it over my shoulder. Her pussy was a lovely shade of pink, and her opening reminded me of a flower. Her labia was wet, and my mouth watered at the thought of tasting more of her.

I grazed my lips along her inner thigh before lightly biting her soft skin. I sucked the flesh into my mouth. I wanted to remove her abuser's marks and leave my own. She gasped, and I felt her hand on the top of my head.

I pushed my finger deep inside her pussy until I felt her hymen. My cock leaked inside my shorts at the thought of being the first and last man inside of her.

“My sexy little virgin,” I whispered against her pussy before I licked her from my finger to her clit.

She let out a small moan as I worked her clit with my tongue.

“What's your surname, Amelia?” I asked while fucking her with my finger.

She tensed slightly before replying. “Walker,” she gasped out as I increased the speed.

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