Page 102 of Broken Bonds

“Mr. Kral, what are you waiting for?” Her words surprise me. “I need someone to lather my back.”

A smile is drawn on my face and my cock jumps immediately, happy to be included in the celebration. Yes, this is looking to turn into a great night.

“Yes, ma’am,” I reply before pulling the shirt over my head regardless of where it falls.

I walk over to her, still wearing my boxers, and lean against the doorframe of the bathroom as she steps into the steamy shower. She closes her eyes and sighs, clearly enjoying the warm water cascading down her luscious body. I can’t help but stare like the smitten idiot I am; she’s beautiful even when she’s not trying to be. Her breasts rise slightly with each breath, and I find myself growing hard again just thinking about how good they would feel in my hands.

As she soaps up a washcloth, she hums softly to herself, lost in the moment. The scent of lavender and honey fills the small space between us—it’s invigorating and sweet. “Let me,” I say finally, stepping into the shower behind her. My arms wrap around her waist from behind, pulling her gently against my chest. She lets out a content sigh as I begin to wash her back for her, my hands gliding over her soft skin with care.

“Ahhh,” she moans as I work up a lather on her shoulders and neck. “That feels so good.”

I can feel her shiver under my touch, so I start kneading gently at the knots that must be there from all that driving. She groans in appreciation, tilting her head back against my chest as I work them out.

The soap slipping between our bodies makes for an intimate moment; our breathing syncs up and our heartbeats become one sound in this small space filled with warm water and sweet smells. The silence is deafening but comforting at the same time; it feels like an eternity passes by before we speak again.

Finally breaking it, I ask softly, “Are you ready to try something else?” My voice is low and husky in her ear, and she shivers. “I’m ready for anything you want to give me,” she whispers back, her voice shaky with anticipation.

I step out of the shower, taking her with me. Her body is slick and warm from the water, and I towel her off gently while she’s still pressed against me. I can feel her heart racing as I dry her off, careful not to miss any spot. Once she’s dry, I help her into a loose, black t-shirt and a pair of lacy panties that hug her hips snugly. The material is damp but at least it doesn’t cling to her skin too much. We move to the bed where I have set up candles on both sides of us: the room smells heavenly already.

Our bodies close yet not touching. Her eyes are shining with anticipation and trust, and it sends a shiver down my spine. Sitting beside her, I run my fingertips along her arm, feeling the goosebumps rise at my touch. “I’m going to feast on you,” I whisper against her ear, breath tickling her lobe. She gasps softly, leaning into my touch as if begging for more.

Kissing my way down her neck, I can feel her pulse racing beneath my lips as I work my way lower until I reach the valley between her breasts. A soft sigh escapes her lips when my tongue makes contact with her skin, tracing a slow line down to one of her hardened nipples. She tastes sweet in the steamy water mixed with the scent of lavender and honey still lingering on her skin. I suckle gently as one hand moves up to caress her thigh; she moans softly at the sensation.

With every flick of my tongue against her nipple, she arches her back into me more, a clear invitation for me to explore further. So, I do; kissing and licking my way lower while she squirms underneath me. Her breath hitches when I reach between her legs and find how wet she is for me. My fingers brush against her panties through the dampness—needing no further invitation—I slide them down slowly, revealing that smooth pussy glistening from arousal.

She tastes even better than she smells; Stella spreads her legs wider, inviting me in. I can’t wait any longer; my tongue dives into her slick heat as I taste every inch of her. She tastes of honey and lavender, and it makes me want more. I hear her gasp as my tongue traces the outline of her clit, and then she tastes even sweeter when I flick it gently. Her body shudders under my touch, and she begs for more with soft moans escaping her lips.

I move up to kiss her neck again, nipping softly as I continue to lap at her pussy. My fingers find their way inside of her, stretching her walls apart as my thumb brushes against the perfect spot. She cries out softly, and I thrust two fingers inside of her slowly, finding the right rhythm as they curl while my tongue continues to lick and flick. She’s so wet now, it’s almost impossible not to make a mess on the clean sheets below us.

Her scent fills the room - a mix of arousal and submission - and I breathe it all in greedily as she pants beneath me. Her hands find purchase in my hair, holding onto me tightly as if afraid I might leave her at any moment. But I won’t; not tonight. Not ever again if I have anything to say about it.

Just when she’s on the brink of orgasm, I pull away slowly, looking up at her through hooded eyes. Her beautiful face is flushed with desire, lips parted in wanton pleasure. “You taste so good,” I whisper against her skin before standing up and pulling off my boxers to reveal my erection straining against the cotton fabric.

Slowly, so very slowly, I enter her, listening to that beautiful sound of skin on skin as we connect deeply for the first time. Every inch of our bodies meet in a symphony of moans and gasps; mine from desire and hers from the pleasure I’m sure. With each thrust, I feel more of her inner walls squeeze tight around me, urging me deeper still. Her fingers lace through mine as if they have a mind of their own guiding my hand on how to touch her properly. And finally, we find our rhythm. The room is filled with our bodies moving together now—the smacking of skin on skin and the wet sounds of our lovemaking filling every corner of the space between us.

It feels like forever since we were together like this—our breaths syncing up with one another until it becomes too much for either of us to bear. Her nails dig into my shoulders as she comes undone beneath me—her orgasm wracking through every fiber of her being while I bite down on my lip to hold back my own release.

I’m unable to find another word to describe this but magic.

Chapter 31

“Your story is like an R-rated Cinderella,” I hear Valerie tell Stella. I’m in the kitchen of the new home we are renovating while they’re checking some tile samples in the dining room.

We have a lot of work ahead of us, the house is a diamond in the rough. The first time we visited it, I noticed it had good bones, but we need to do some magic tricks to make it habitable, and we should have it done before our baby is born.

I’ve been living at a gallop between Los Angeles and Carrollton. It has been a logistical madness, but necessary. I have a business to attend to and Stella wants to be here close to her family, thanks to my mother’s meddling.

Everything would be easier if we were back on the west coast. The security will be easier to handle. We would only have to fill one house with furniture. We also have to prepare two homes for the baby. I would have already taken her to my house in the San Bernardino mountains. My favorite place to work on the weekends.

But we can’t live on if only.

The present is here and we are facing it as it is.

When I put down the house deeds in her hands while we were standing in front of the house a few weeks ago, I was rewarded with the sweetest of kisses. “Do you know how many times I dreamed of living here? I’ve been in love with it since I was a child.”

“Now it’s yours,” I replied.

“You are wrong, Mr. Kral,” she replied, a small smile touching up her kissable lips. “It’s ours.”

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