Page 55 of The Darkest Knight

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

Tightening his arms around her, he picked her up, keeping their bodies connected, and he carried her into the bathroom. He gently lowered her to her feet. “Give me a second.” He rid his body of the used condom and tossed it into the trashcan. He noticed that she was looking at the shower. Angelina had renovated the large space to look like a mini spa. It was more of a joke because she always said he spent more time on the toilet than he spent eating a meal. One day he might share that tidbit with Reese, but for now, he didn’t want to break the mood embracing them.

“Do you like?”

“Yes. Angelina’s doing, right?” She smiled and it lit her eyes.

“Yeah. I would have been satisfied with a hole in the wall.”

“Good thing Angelina got a hold of this place first.”

“How about we shower?” He enjoyed the thought of soaping her beautiful body.

“Sure.” Her cheeks flushed slightly.

“Aww, a bit of modesty still remains. What was that back there?” He referred to her unabashed moves, especially her mouth on his cock.

“I had a dream of you and me showering together…I’m just remembering.”

Turning on the water, he made sure the temperature was perfect, then he picked her up into his arms. She squealed, but it quickly turned into a moan of pleasure as he deposited her under the spray. He joined her and she scooted back into the large space.

“Before now I always believed having a large, luxurious shower like this was a waste, but now I know how wrong I was,” she stepped under the water and it poured over her.

He could imagine experiencing this every day of his life. Everything about her took his breath away, making him feel like he was getting a brand-new start. Reaching for the soap, he rubbed the bar between his palms, sudsing up real good. He couldn’t pick which part of her luscious body he wanted to scrub first. So, he started on her breasts because her nipples were thick and hard as if calling for attention. He slid his hands over the firm mounds, grinning when she sucked in a breath. Continuing his caress down her flat stomach, over hips and lowering to his knees to glide his palms along the toned line of her hot legs

“I’ve never been washed before,” she said.

“You should be treated like this all the time.” He found his way back up to her center, tenderly rubbing her groomed pussy. She leaned back against the tiled wall, her palms flat against the surface, her thighs quivering. “Tell me your fantasies, baby. What was your dream like?”

“Y-you were between my legs.”

He had an idea. “Sit back on the bench, sweetheart. Let me finish.”

Following his request, she sat down, her legs tightly closed.

“Relax. Now it’s my turn to take control. I will only bring you pleasure,” he coaxed.

He lifted one foot, rubbing the high arch as she giggled, attempting to pull her foot away from his grasp. “I’ve never had anyone touch my feet.”

“You’re ticklish, are you?”

“Very,” she admitted.

He lathered soap between her toes, her ankles, then turned his attention to her other foot, and this time he expected when she jerked, but he held her in his grip.

She whimpered when he stood up, but he came back quickly with the shower head. He turned the knob and the water shot out in spurts. “Open up, sweetheart.” She did as he requested and when he directed the water on her pussy, she almost came off the seat. His cock instantly turned rock hard, but he refused to follow the need. He wanted to explore her, watch her expression as he brought her pleasure. Keeping the pulsing spray targeted on her treasure, he swirled the tip of his finger around her clit, urging the nub from its nest. He teased the bead until she was panting and arching her back.

“Please, Seth.” She grasped his shoulders, pressing her fingers into his shoulders, nicking his skin with her nails.

“Please what, sweetheart? What do you want?” he cajoled.

“Seth. You know what I need.”

“Tell me, baby. Tell me what you want and I’ll make it happen.” It was a weighty promise, but he planned to make it happen. No matter what she needed in the future, he would see that she got it.

“Kiss me. Lick me.” She brought her hands up and entwined her fingers in his hair, tugging his face between her legs.

He grinned. “I love this side of you.” He spread her legs wider and stared at her bare, beautiful pussy. The folds glistened and quivered in anticipation. She braced her heels on the edge of the bench and he wrapped his fingers around her ankles as he moved his shoulders between her knees.

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