Page 101 of Not Your Little Girl Anymore

“That’s right, baby.” He pumps harder as I scream his name. “Come all over my dick.”

His breathing becomes louder and more erratic as he fills me with his length. And then I’m coming. Alec’s muscles tense as he works through my orgasm. A violent moan falls from my mouth as I coat his length. The feeling is so fierce and powerful. Like a high, I never want to come down from.

“Fuck,” he growls, slamming into me with one final thrust.

Our breaths are ragged, choppy, and raw as we take a minute. His hand cups my face, staring me in the eyes right before his lips press to mine. My mouth parts as he slowly pulls out of me. My legs still weak and shaky. He slips off the condom and disposing it into the kitchen trash can. I don’t move for a few more seconds, catching my breath.

Once it’s a little more steady, Alec extends his arm my way. I place my hand in his and hop off the counter.

“Let’s get cleaned up.”

Alec extends his arm out for me. My face blushes as I place my hand in his and allow him to bring me to the bathroom. He turns on the water, checking the temperature a few times before pulling me into him. My neck cranes, my mouth softly brushing against his and stealing a kiss.

His fingers skim along my hips as he glides my shirt over my head and throws it onto the floor. On instinct, I wrap my arms over my stomach and chew on the inside of my cheek.

“You’re nervous,” Alec points out. “Why?”

I clear my throat. “I’ve never showered with anyone before.” There are many things I haven’t done, and I often feel ashamed because of that. I won’t admit that out loud, though.

“There’s a first for everything.” He takes my hand, getting into the shower first.

I follow, lifting one leg at a time and stepping into the warm water. A deep, nervous breath enters my lungs while I rewrap my arms around my stomach. Alec takes my hands, pulling them away.

“Relax, pretty girl,” he whispers against my ear. “Let me take care of you.”

And I do. I let him take full control. He maneuvers around me, so I’m fully submerged under the warm water. A low moan falls out of me as the water hits my skin, soothing away the worry inside me. His hands travel along my bare skin. His eyes hungrily stare into me.

Droplets of water run along his tattoos, leaving the air in my lungs to clog.

He’s breathtaking.

His fingers run through my hair, helping the water to spread evenly through each strand. Then, he grabs his shampoo bottle and pours a generous amount into his palm before lathering it all into my hair.

He stays close to me as he massages the shampoo into my scalp, taking me to another place. My eyes drift closed as I relax into his touch.

“Tilt your head back.”

I tilt my head back into the water, keeping my eyes fully closed. A faint humming comes from his lungs as his fingers carefully run through my hair under the water. Shortly, that humming follows with the subtle sound of his voice. He sings softly, the words sinking into my soul, bringing me into a place that I’m meant to be – a place I fought so hard to find.

But I’m afraid.

I’m afraid to allow myself to love another.

Petrified that I’ll only lose him, too.

Because everyone I tend to love seems to leave somehow, someway.

His voice penetrates through the room. The water pattering against the bottom of the tub blends almost perfectly.

When he finishes rinsing my hair, he begins to wash me. He takes his loofa, lathering it with soap and running it across my skin. I let him, drinking in the feel of his touch while he creates gentle circles along my back, arms, and stomach. He continues to sing softly as he washes the rest of my body.

I open my eyes, meeting him in complete awe. He looks at me through his long, dark lashes, and I give a merciful smile. I should return the favor, but I’ve never washed someone else’s hair or body. I shove the jittery feeling away and do it anyway.

“My turn,” I say, taking the loofa from him, lathering it with soap, and washing him the same way he had done to me.

I move on to the shampoo. He helps by getting his hair wet before I attempt to stand on my tippy toes and wash it through.

My foot suddenly slips from the soap on the bottom of the shower, causing me to lose my balance. A light pop resonates in my ankle, and a sharp sting pierces up my leg, causing an intense jolt of pain. I scream from the excruciating sensation that surges through me. In a matter of seconds, my body twists, and I desperately clutch onto the shower curtain.

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