Carrying my drink, I walked into the attached bathroom, taking in the huge glass shower and the sunken bathtub. When I turned, Aléjandro was standing in the doorway with his drink in hand.
“What are we going to do about keeping your bandage dry?” I asked.
Together, we wrapped Aléjandro’s bandage with a plastic bag we found in one of the cabinets. It was surprisingly easier to step fully naked into the shower with him than it was this morning. This time I was on a mission. I wetted the washcloth and added bodywash. To keep his bandage dry, he needed to keep his arm raised. While he held onto the top of the shower door, I washed his hair, weaving my fingers through his dark mane. It was as I brought the washcloth close to his partially erect cock that I grinned. “Are you sure it won’t bite?”
“No biting until you ask for it.” Aléjandro pistoned his hips. “Keep going and let me know if you like what you feel.”
Asshole.
Biting my lip, I ran the cloth up and down his penis. His length and girth grew harder under my touch. He was considerably larger than Rocco—my only comparison. And yet, despite his obvious arousal, I detected restraint. Aléjandro was letting me touch him at my own speed.
Maybe I was becoming comfortable. Maybe it was our near-death experiences. I wasn’t exactly sure of the cause, but as my core clenched and my nipples drew tight, I sensed a change in my feelings for my new husband. After all, I wasn’t frigid. I’d heard and read the stories about sex being pleasurable. Perhaps Giorgia was right. It could be better with Aléjandro.
With my lower lip between my teeth, my gaze met his. “Let’s change things up a bit?”
He tilted his head, his dark stare swirling with emotions reflecting the intimacy of our position. “What do you want to change?”
“No intercourse. Not yet.”
Aléjandro’s lips pressed together in a straight line as he nodded.
An onset of nerves threatened the strength of my voice. “You see, I’ve been thinking thatsexis a rather broad term.”
“Okay.” His voice was gravellier than it was a moment ago.
“We could start with oral.”
His Adam’s apple bobbed in his throat. “Just so I’m up to speed on these possible rule changes, are we talking about you sucking me or me getting to put my lips anywhere on that gorgeous body I want?”
Even under the hot water, my flesh covered in goose bumps as my core twisted. “Both.”
ChapterFourteen
Aléjandro
Any pain in my arm was immediately forgotten as a wave of red pinkened Mia’s otherwise pale skin, floating up her chest, to her neck, and coloring her cheeks. Waiting for my reply, she veiled her gorgeous eyes. Their usual hazel shade morphed with her declaration for a change in rules, darkening her orbs as they swirled with a deeper, richer green hue.
I wanted to reach for her and take what she just offered. There was no doubt that I’d enjoy every second of fucking her pouty lips. If my damn arm wasn’t covered in plastic and bandages, I would. Instead, being down one arm, I censored my usual desire for domination.
With Mia’s nipples hard and her round tits heaving with anticipation, perhaps it was best to let this progress at her speed. With only the mention of her sucking me, my dick was three times the size it was a moment ago.
“I can be persuaded,” I said.
Mia looked up, a smile curling her sensational lips. Dropping the washcloth to the floor, she kneeled, her soapy palms sliding down my legs lower and lower as she came face-to-face with my erection.
I’d never taken the time to consider the woman’s thoughts as she fell to her knees before me until now.
What exactly is she thinking?
Her pink tongue darted to her lips as she rinsed her hands under the spray and reached for my heavy cock.
Fuck, does Mia have any idea how fucking gorgeous she is?
With her wet hair flowing down her back and her body glistening with water, she was a goddess come to life. Amphitrite, the Greek queen of the sea and the one chosen by Poseidon.
Fuck that. I wasn’t sharing her with anyone, not even a Greek god of mythology.
This woman was mine.