Page 13 of Demon Shy

Her words reminded me of Tor’s warning about “kneading” and how to do it in a way that felt good. Entranced, I squeezed her breasts gently, kneading them as Tor had explained.

May’s lips parted, and she leaned into my touch. Encouraged, I changed to a caress until her nipples started to harden. It was the sign I’d been waiting for to taste them.

Leaning forward, I took a nipple into my mouth and flicked it with my tongue.

May’s fingers dug into my hair and pressed against my scalp.

“That’s so good,” she said. “Just like that.”

I heard the way her voice had changed, growing softer and deeper, and moved to kiss her mouth again before pulling back.

“Do you want help removing the rest of your clothes?” I asked, barely restraining myself. I wanted to rip her leggings from her body and bury my face between her thighs. I wanted to taste her for days without stopping. My cock throbbed in agreement, and she glanced at it.

“Not yet.”

Smiling, she hopped off the counter and gave me a single, teasing stroke before tugging her leggings down.

“Would you mind turning the water on for me?” she asked as she hooked her fingers into her underwear.

I turned away and palmed myself as I started the shower.

Her arms circled around me, and she gripped me from behind. The feel of her bare front pressed against my back sent a shiver of need through me. But it wasn’t the need for release. No, I wanted this—her—forever. Touches. Conversation. Smiles. Her simply beside me.

I exhaled softly and let myself enjoy the feel of her small hand gliding along my shaft for another moment before carefully extracting myself and turning toward her.

“The water is warm. Can I help wash you?”

“You want to wash me?” she asked with a slow smile.

I nodded.

“I think I’d like that.”

We both entered the shower, and I watched her step under the spray and wet her hair. Eyes closed, she slowly turned a circle. I knew it was for the water, but I pretended it was for me so I could look at her.

May was beautiful. Softly rounded hips, heavy breasts, and skin unmarked by any scars. I ran my hand over my forearm, feeling mine and wondering what she thought when she saw me.

Unable to resist any longer, I closed the distance between us and reached around her to run my fingers through her hair. She leaned against my chest and made a pleased sound. Neither of us spoke as I washed and rinsed her hair. And when she continued to keep her eyes closed, I started washing the rest of her.

The slippery feel of her breasts teased my palm. Even after I moved lower, I couldn’t stop looking at them. My mouth watered with the need to taste them again.

Until my palm skimmed over her hip, and she widened her stance.

My gaze locked onto the small tuft of hair between her legs, and I forgot all about her tempting breasts.

I knelt before her, set the soap aside, and ran my fingers over her folds. Her hands settled on my shoulders. To stop me? To pull me closer? I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted, and her head slightly tipped back. Her pulse thundered in her throat.

Keeping my touch light, I continued to caress and explore her while watching for any sign of distress.

A pink flush crept across her chest, drawing my gaze to her pretty breasts again even as my fingers found that small little nub in her folds that my brothers said could be the biggest source of a woman’s pleasure.

Using the tip of my finger, I traced a path around it again and again and was rewarded with May’s fingers twitching against my shoulders.

The scent of her arousal flooded the small shower space, and I breathed it in with a growing hunger.

CHAPTER NINE

MAY

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