Page 9 of Wicked Devotions: Part 2

“Oh.” Her face flushes.

“So cute when you blush,asteraki mu.”I caress her cheek as I begin to walk past her toward the door, but she grabs my hand.

“Stay?” She looks at the tub and then back at me. “In the tub with me?”

I look between her eyes and the tub, knowing she doesn’t need sex right now. She just needs comfort. I have to make sure to keep myself in line with her needs.

“Okay.”

She closes the bathroom door and pulls the hoodie over her head, revealing her bare chest. Instead of focusing on her tits like my dick wants me to, I map all the scars on her body, thinking about her request for a tattoo design to cover them. She pushes her shorts down and steps out of them, leaving a small pile of clothes behind as she steps into the steaming water.

As she slips beneath the surface to wet her hair, I pull my shirt off and drop it with her clothes. My pants, underwear, and socks are next. I feel her eyes on me as I approach.

“Scoot forward,” I instruct.

She does, and I slip behind her, my legs bracketing hers against the side of the tub. I reach around and pull her back against my chest. Her hands wrap around my forearms as we relax into the warmth of each other and the water surrounding us.

“This is nice.” She tilts her head back and gives me a light kiss on the jaw. “Thank you for being so understanding.”

“I get it, get you, on a level that Emerson and Dec can’t. They don’t have the experiences we do, and I’m glad they don’t. It does make it difficult at times, though.”

“How so?”

“They can be broody?—”

“You don’t say?” she drawls sarcastically. “I never noticed.”

“Hey.” I pinch her side. “They can be broody when they’re hurt or worried. They’re both hurt and worried right now.”

“I know,” she says quietly. “I honestly wasn’t thinking at all this morning. I just saw the headlines, and the only place I’ve ever had to go for safety is Banks. It’s like I went onto autopilot, and that’s where my body took me. I don’t even remember the drive to him. It was like one minute I was in the kitchen, the next he was scooping me up outside his dorm.”

“I know that feeling so well. I’m sorry.” I kiss the top of her head.

“I’m sorry that it’s something we share.”

“Me too.” I pull her against me, hoping she just ignores that my dick is rock hard between us. “Can I wash your hair?”

“Yeah,” she sits forward, so I can reach behind me and grab her shampoo.

I pump a dollop onto my palm and begin working it through her long, dark tresses. My fingers massage her scalp as I work the suds through from her roots to the ends. My cock jerks when I hit a certain spot that makes her arch her back and moan in pleasure. When she lays back to rinse her hair, her nipples crest the surface of the water.

She’s so beautiful. I grab the body wash after we condition her hair and put some in my palm, rubbing them together to get suds. She scoots back, allowing me to clean along her spine and up over her shoulders and arms. When it comes time to move down her body, she lays back against me.

I try thinking about anything but how soft her breasts are under my hands and the way her nipples harden as my palm passes over them. Nothing proves to be a big enough distraction though, as my hands run over her stomach and hips. She bends her knees and allows me to run my hands up and down her legs. The soap is gone now, but I continue to caress her body.

She sets her hand over mine and guides it up to the apex of her thighs. I brush my fingers lightly over the soft skin of her center. Her pelvis rocks against me, inviting me to take more.

“Are you sure?” I ask.

“Yes.” She nods. “Please, touch me.”

My fingers glide through her slick wetness, she’s so turned on that she’s flooded with desire. I gather her juices and circle her clit slowly. If I’m going to do this, I might as well do it nice and slow, drive her to the point of crazed begging. With my free hand I reach up and grasp her chin, tilting her head back and up, so I can cover her mouth with my own.

I want to swallow every single breath, inhale each moan, own every gasp. Two of my fingers slip inside her channel, making her chest rise and fall rapidly. Water laps at the edge of the tub as I pump my fingers in and out of her while her hips rock against my hand.

She reaches behind her back and wraps her hand around my length, pulling and tugging the best she can, which is still enough to make me nearly come right then and there. I gasp when she flicks my piercing with her thumb. She smiles against my lips and does it again.

I grab her hips and spin her around, so she’s facing me. Before I know it, her pussy is lined up with the head of my cock. I can feel my tip buried between her folds. She looks up at me and holds my gaze as she lowers herself over me. Her lips part as I fill her inch by inch.

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