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And why I can’t stop thinking about the flat of his tongue pressed against my clit?

I shiver at the memory, longing for it.

He notices. “Is the water getting too cold?”

“No, it’s not that.”

“Do I make you nervous then?”

“Yes,” I admit, flushing.

He hums gutturally, and I can feel how his hard bulge twitches, pressed up against my sex.

“May I wash you?”

I agree instantly.

Alex then reaches his long arm for the clean washcloth from the towel rack on the wall.

He starts by cleansing my shoulders gently with the rag, dragging it through the full length of my arms. He takes his time, as if he wants to learn my body by heart. He moves it across my collarbones, and I sense the suds slipping down to my breasts.

His emerged now dick is directly under me, and I suddenly crave the friction. But he seems to ignore it, focused on the job, and shifts the soapy cloth onto my back. All the way down my spine, scrubbing away any residue left after the streaks of his own semen.

My breath hitches and I get hot again at the graphic flashbacks. It was so dirty—as much figuratively as literally—and I wantmore.

“Everything okay?” Nothing escapes him; he can read me like an open book.

“Yeah, I just…” I let my words trail off. I want him to touch me again already. Though, I decide to give him a small hint instead of being aggressive about it, uncertain how he could react. But I don’t think I’d mind him getting all feral on me. “It feels really nice.”

He dips the washcloth in the water before bringing it to my chest, rinsing all the soap. He next drops it altogether, and his handsfinallycup my tits. I am a busty woman, but his palms are even larger. He gives them gentle squeezes, and my breathing gets heavier as my lips part.

“Hmm, if you want me to touch you, you can always simply ask.”

“But I shouldn’t want this,” I mutter more to myself in response.

His eyes flash. Not with anger, it’s more of a determination. As he flicks both of my nipples with the pads of his thumbs, he watches them harden into pebbles.

“Don’t play this game with me now, Red.” He gets that mischievous look before he licks them, one after the other, forcing moans out of me. “I’ve watched you. I know how needy you are. I can make you beg for me if you push me to be cruel.”

Fuck. Me.

No lies were told, but I wouldn’t be myselfif I didn’t try to back-talk. I have a riposte ready and rolling before I can bite my tongue, “Sir, I was perfectly fine with my vibrator when you rudely interrupted me, jerking your cock rather desperately.”

He makes a quick clicking sound, catching me off guard.

Did he just fucking snap his teeth at me?

9.

Prey

Before I can react, Alex abruptly stands up with me still inside his arms. He surprisingly doesn’t have that wet dog smell… In fact, he smells even more like the masculine forest now. But he also has almost a sweet aroma, and I don’t mean my vanilla scented body wash.

What is it? His pheromones? Or maybe I’m so turned on I’m losing my senses?

He grabs the towel, wrapping me up like a burrito to dry, before he only shakes off himself. I don’t have time to scold him because we are already in my bedroom.

How fast is he?

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