Page 55 of My Salvation
KATE
Both Lowell and Lev’s bodies are wrapped tightly around me when I wake late the next morning. After seeing the wreckage, none of us really felt like being alone, so we all piled into Lev’s bed. Given how exhausted we all were, it’s no surprise we slept in this morning.
Stretching my body, it’s as if a heavy soreness accompanies even that smallest of movements. Unfortunately, I’ve got to pee. Sliding down to the end of the bed, I make my way to the bathroom. After I use the restroom, I brush my teeth and turn on the shower. Damn! I forgot about my cast. Either I need to find a plastic bag, or I’ll have to ask one of them to help me shower. Before I can decide, a knock sounds on the bathroom door.
“Sweetheart, are you okay?” Lev murmurs quietly against the door.
Opening the door, I pull Lev into the bathroom and explain my dilemma.
“Mmm, a shower with you? I’m in.” Grinning, he pushes me back into the bedroom so he can use the restroom first. Once done, he opens the door for me to come back into the bathroom.
“Lift your arms.” He quickly peels off my shirt. Inhaling sharply, his fingers trace over the bruises standing out all over my body. Gently pulling me in for a hug, he stands there for a second, just holding me, while a tremor shakes his body. His voice is strained as he tells me, “Fuck, I’m so glad you are okay. I can’t imagine my world without you in it.” I wrap him in my arms and hold him.
After a minute, he kneels down to help me take off my underwear. He strips off his boxer briefs and, taking my hand, steps into the shower. He places my left arm, with the cast, on the wall and directs the spray more towards the right. Moving under the spray, I moan as the hot water gently massages my sore body.
Behind me, slippery hands wash down my backside. Lev is careful as he skims the cuts and bruises caused by the accident. Turning me around, he adjusts the spray again and continues to wash my front. A moan slips out as he skims my breasts.
“Does it hurt or feel good?”
“Good. Don’t stop.”
Opening my eyes, I watch as he soaps each breast and nipple carefully before slipping down to wash me between my legs. I whimper as his hands wash every inch of me. Heat rises in me, but I know I’m too sore right now.
Finally finished with my body, he washes my hair. Blood had seeped into it during the crash, and while I had tried to rinse it out, I missed some spots. The water turns pink as he washes it the first time, but by the second time it finally feels clean. Smiling, I turn around and give him a hug.
Groaning, he rubs his wet body on mine. “Damn, you feel good, sweetheart. Too good, especially right now.” Turning me back around, he pushes me out of the shower, swatting my ass as I leave.
“Thank you for the help.”
Laughing, I take the time to dry every inch of my breasts while he watches. His cock, already hard with morning wood, is now almost purple. Licking my lips, I watch as he fists it. Starting out with slow strokes that go from base to tip, he gathers up some soap to make it slick.
“I want you to see you. Drop the towel.” His demand is husky as his hands move faster.
I drop the towel. Spreading my legs wide, I lean back and thrust my hips out so he can see the edge of my pussy.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Show me your sweet pussy.” His hands are stroking his cock fast and tight now. “Fuck, you’re so beautiful. All I could think about when I was in Las Vegas was how you felt the last time we were together. Dripping all over my cock as you sat in my lap and rode me hard. Your breasts bouncing up and down, nipples hard and tempting. Tell me, are you wet?”
Trailing my fingers down, I slide them into my pussy, stroke a few times, and pull them back out, wet and glistening. Showing them to him, I slip my fingers into my mouth to lick them clean.
“Fuck, that’s hot. Taste that sweetness.”
Moaning long and low, he strokes his cock a couple more times and comes hard a second later. Panting, he leans against the shower wall for a second as pleasure rolls through him.
Picking up the towel, I wrap it around me and leave the bathroom so he can finish his shower. As I enter the bedroom, Lowell’s propped up against the headboard. His face is stern as he looks over the bruises showing above the towel.
“What the hell is he thinking...”
Holding up a hand, I explain to him it was a solo performance. I only watched; I did not participate. “Although I wish I could, my body is way too sore for any extracurricular activities. I definitely watched.”
Dropping the towel, my hands are slow as I pull on my underwear, leggings, and a soft shirt. Combing my hair, I let it air dry. Once I’m finished, I walk over to Lowell and give him a kiss.
“I’d like to watch you sometime, too. Would you like that?”
His eyes narrow, as if he has to think about it, but the heat riding his face makes it a mockery. “Maybe I will let you. Not today. I’m going to get a shower and get dressed. Ask Lev to make us some breakfast.”
Pushing back the covers, he stands, and the first thing I notice is his cock tenting his very loose boxers.
Damn, he’s so long. I guess hearing me with Lev turned him on.
