Page 71 of Demons

“Wow,” she breathed.

I let her go and went to turn on the water so it could warm up. The water rained down from the shower’s ceiling like a heavy rain. I stepped back out with my hair and chest slightly wet to see her watching me.

I reached for the button on my jeans, then unzipped them before pushing them down my thighs until they pooled around my ankles and kicked them to the side. She stood there, staring at me, wide-eyed and unmoving. I walked over to her and reached for the hem of my shirt I’d put on her.

She grabbed it. “What are you doing?” The panic in her voice was cute.

The same woman who had just gone on about not wanting to be a virgin and wanting to be fucked was stopping me from taking her clothing off.

“You can’t get a proper shower with this shirt on.”

Her eyes dropped down to my boxer briefs I’d left on for her sake. “Are you going to stay in here while I shower?”

“I’m getting in the shower with you.”

Her head snapped back up, and she stared at me with those doe eyes. “What? Why?”

I cupped her face. “My face has been on your pussy. You’ve spread those legs and straddled my face while you got off. Are you really going to be shy about getting naked and taking a shower with me?”

She swallowed hard, and the pulse in her neck picked up. I ran my finger over it.

“I just … well, you’re not naked,” she stammered.

I grinned. “I left the underwear on for your sake, but if you want me naked …” I said and began taking them off.

She sucked in a breath.

Yeah, little doll, it’s big and real damn hard.

When I was completely naked in front of her, I grabbed the shirt and pulled it off her before she could stop me. A small, startled sound came from her, and if she kept that up, I was gonna be burying my face between her legs before I got her all cleaned up.

My gaze traveled down her body. Every smooth, creamy, perfect inch of it. Her nipples were hard little pink pebbles. I wanted those in my mouth, but first, her shower.

“You’re pierced, down there,” she said, staring at the lorum piercing at the base of my cock.

I winked at her before taking her hand and leading her to the arched stone entrance of the shower and under the hot, cascading water.

“Ah!” she squealed as the water hit her face, and then she turned it up, closing her eyes.

I stared at her, entranced briefly by the sight she made. All that blonde hair falling back as the water saturated it. I slicked it back from her pretty face. Reaching over, I picked up the body wash and filled my hand with the cedar-and-mint-scented soap I used. Lathering my hands up, I tried to decide where to start first. I intended to make sure she was cleaned thoroughly. When I placed my hands on her shoulders, she flinched, and her eyes flew open as she stared at me through wet lashes.

“I’ll bathe your body first. Then, I’ll get your hair,” I told her as I ran my palms over her chest and down to cup her breasts.

Something real close to a moan came from her soft lips as I massaged her plump tits. They weren’t big, but they were bouncy and fucking perky. The round pink nipples puckered even more as I ran a fingertip around each one.

I was going to get distracted. I had to move on. I took special care of her stomach and hips, then reached around to her back, coming under her arms and then sliding my hands down her sides. I was going to struggle when I got to her cunt, and I’d been trying to keep from touching it yet, but she was squirming now.

My little doll was anticipating it. Fuck, that was sexy. I slid my hand down and over her bare mound. She opened her legs more for me, and I grinned at her sudden willingness to cooperate. When I slid my hand between her thighs, she let out a sigh and closed her eyes. I focused on cleaning it. Not finger-fucking it. That was a struggle when she kept rubbing against my hand.

“Stop that,” I scolded her and slapped her pussy.

She cried out, her eyes flying open, and grabbed on to my arm with one of her hands. “OH!”

Fuck, she liked it.

“I need to clean you,” I told her.

“Do that again,” she breathed.

---