Page 44 of Bleed
“Ooohhh, please do.” She answers me in the same singing voice all chipper and happy.
I don’t have the heart to tell her about her father, because I honestly don’t know how she’ll take it, and I don’t want to kill her good mood.
The steam rushes out at me when I open the door and stand in the opening, watching her through the glass door of the shower stall. Her silhouette through the foggy glass is a thing of beauty as she washes her long hair, her head tilted back, her breasts jutted forward.
“Nice view.” I say, stripping off my clothes as fast as I can, throwing them on the floor in a heaped pile, not worrying about the amount of crusty blood flaking off of them onto the white tile.
“It’s better in here.” She giggles, and opens the shower door, inviting me inside with a wink and curled finger.
“Mmmm, it is.” I purr, stepping in with her, then immediately hissing in pain at how hot the water is. “Jesus woman, how do you have any skin left?” I ask, dancing backward to the rear of the enclosure so the water can’t reach me. “Turn that down a bit.”
“Awww, poor baby. It’s not that hot.”
“It’s fucking lava.”
“There, is that better?” She asks, turning the knob to the cooler side, turning the heat down some.
“Thank you.” I say, pulling her to me, wrapping my arms around her, planting a kiss on her lips hard enough to push her head back. “Are you good?”
“I should be asking you that. Look at you.” She answers, taking her finger and running it down my chest, pushing away the blood in streaks as the water hits it and softens it, lifting it from my skin.
“Yeah, I’m good. A little messy, but nothing a little soap and water won’t take care of.”
“Can I wash you?”
“Have at it.” I tell her, reaching back and grabbing the bar of soap off of the little shelf in the corner.
She takes it from me and rubs it on a mesh pouf, making a thick lather of citrus and wood scents that fill the heavy air around us. When she rubs it on my body, the rough material scratching and exfoliating away the mess from my flesh, I all but melt at her touch.
“That feels so good.” I moan, my body swaying as she washes me thoroughly.
The suds turn red then pink on me as she cleans everything away, letting the water rinse it off me and down the drain at our feet, until I’m squeaky clean and smelling fresh, like nothing happened at all. It’s amazing how the transgressions just wash away and disappear.
“Yeah, you wanna do me now?”
“Do you? I can think of so many ways to do you.”
“Mmmm, yes Sir.” She giggles and hands me the pouf and the bar of soap.
I watch as goosebumps arise on her skin as I drag the mesh over her ever so slowly, washing the fake blood from her that’s settled in the cracks of her skin around her neck and behind her ears. When she closes her eyes and leans into me, I trace my tongue up the side of her neck, tasting the saltiness of her flesh and the bitterness of the soap.
“You want me to do you, baby?”
“Yes.” She breathes out, her body shivering against mine.
She squeaks when I grab her hips and turn her around, bending her over, smacking her ass with my flattened palm. It makes a loud crack on the wet skin and she trembles at the contact.
“Another?”
“Yes please.”
I grab her hair to hold her in place and slap her ass again, watching as the hot skin ripples from the force, and listening to the throaty moan she makes at the pain that I rub away.
My dick is already rock hard and begging for her, wanting to delve deep inside her, and when I grab it and slide it between her perfect little pussy lips, she instinctively backs up on me, taking me in one smooth thrust.
The joining of our bodies is almost as symbolic this time as it was the first time we fucked just a few days ago. After so many years of yearning for the feel of her, it’s a homecoming.
She’s so hot and wet inside, and my cock slides back and forth easily as I rock my hips. Our bodies slap together, spraying the water up against my chest and belly, and I watch as the little drops roll down me and disappear between her ass and my pelvis.
