Page 51 of Lulu

“I think we just did,” I teased, totally drained. I collapsed against the bed with a smile of utter euphoria, feeling as if I’d just completed a full workout. I didn’t even care that Brody had fucked me bare. I know that I should have, but it did something to me to know that his cum was inside me, seeping out of me now that his cock was softening. As I flattened against the bed, he followed me down. His cock was still inside me and every once in a while, I felt a slight twitch.

I closed my eyes and breathed evenly, knowing that I could easily go to sleep.

“I think a shower is in order.” Brody pulled from my body and left the bed.

Yes. I’d already had one, but I was covered in sweat now, and smelling of sex and Brody. Not an unpleasant scent. “You go first.”

He didn’t argue. I heard him leave the room and go into the connecting bathroom. God, it felt as if we were a normal couple. Dinner. Sex. A shower. I smiled and clutched the pillow beneath my head. I felt pleasantly sore and completely satisfied. I had to admit that having sex with Brody was a lot different than the kind of sex I’d experienced as a club whore. He gave just as much as he took. Not that the men at the Desert Rebels hadn’t seen to my needs as well, but it had been different, done more as an afterthought than a need to impress me or try to win my affections.

I’d been more than okay with that until I’d fallen for LD.

I could hear the shower running and forced myself to leave the bed. I walked into the bathroom to see Brody washing himself with the shower door halfway open. The steam from the water was filling the small space of the bathroom. I let my eyes roam over him, finding no fault with any of his scars or tattoos. I watched with fascination as he soaped up his chest and abs with his hands, and then let the water cascade down over them. Then he soaped his back down.

When he turned to rinse, our eyes connected. “Don’t turn the water off,” I said, since I was going to get a shower directly after him.

His grin was positively wolfish. He reached forward and curled an arm around my waist and pulled me under the water with him.

“Why don’t we conserve water,” he suggested.

My crop top was instantly soaked and clinging to my breasts.

His eyes dropped there. “You have nice tits, baby.” He reached forward. “Too nice to keep them covered up.”

He easily pulled my top up and over my head and then flung it to the floor outside the shower. I sucked in my breath when he lowered his head and took a nipple into his mouth. A groan vibrated up his throat as he sucked and nibbled on it. His hands squeezed my breasts together, and renewed arousal swept through me when he dipped his tongue into the cleavage he’d created.

“Shit!” I exclaimed with surprise. “That feels good!” My hands landed on his shoulders for support.

I felt his grin around my flesh as he moved on to the other breast. He tongued my nipples until they were extended and hard. “I can’t get enough of you.” He pulled his attention away to focus on my eyes. The raw, primal look of lust turned his expression into a primitive mask that excited me. “I think you’ve put a fucking spell on me.”

I laughed, and let my head roll back on my shoulders when he moved his mouth to my neck. “I have a magical pussy.”

He snorted, grazing his teeth over me. “I won’t argue with that.”

I shivered with arousal. “I thought we were getting a shower.”

“Then you shouldn’t have come in here looking so enticing with that wet pussy hanging out.” His hand dropped there and he began to explore it with his finger. “Fuck, Hellcat, there’s a lot of sweet cream down here.” Two fingers began to run through my slit.

“You have no willpower,” I complained teasingly. I liked that he didn’t.

He slammed his mouth down over mine and kissed me long and hard while his fingers played with my pussy. I knew that his cock was hardening. I could feel it against my belly. As our tongues dueled, and moans echoed off the tile walls, I suddenly wanted him all over again.

“Let me wash you.”

He reached for the soap, and I pretended that I wasn’t disappointed.

“Turn around and lift your hair.”

I did as he asked. I’d expected him to lather up my loofah, but it was just his soapy hands that touched my back. He ran his palms all over me, going down and over my ass and in between, which drew a startled squeak from me. I ignored his laughter as he continued down my legs and back up again, giving more attention to my butt.

Then I felt his backside flush against mine. “You have a beautiful body, Hellcat,” he rasped against my ear.

He kissed my shoulder as his hands smoothed around to my front. My breathing turned choppy when his caress moved down my chest to my breasts. Once there, he circled and palmed the mounds, lifting them as he washed underneath, and then gliding them down my abs and belly to my pelvis. I exhaled loudly and closed my eyes, leaning my head back against his shoulder. I was fully aroused again, and his heavy panting revealed that he was, too.

His soapy hands washed my pussy, outside and in, washing away our bodily fluids from the inside of my thighs. I couldn’t stop myself from clenching around his fingers when they slipped inside me. His groan was music to my ears, and I felt his cock throbbing.

Oh, sweet Jesus, I needed him inside me again! What had he done to me?

He turned me around. Our eyes met and held. “You’re killing me, babe.”

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