Page 115 of Dancing for the Devil

He was very dedicated to getting every inch of my back clean before rubbing the loofah on my buttocks. I bent forward a bit, shaking my ass a bit. His finger entered my crack for a brief moment, but he avoided touching me intimately.

He bent down so he could wash my legs, paying special attention to the inside of my thighs. I bit my lip so I wouldn’t moan in need, my hips were jerking of their own accord… and not all my wetness was attributable to the shower.

He stood up, massaging my neck with his soapy hands before cupping my breasts and rubbing the underside back and forth. He stepped back adding more shower gel to the loofah to wash himself. I grabbed the cloth from him. I wasn’t about to miss the opportunity to drive him as crazy as he drove me.

I circled his rock hardness, really making sure to clean the head of his dick before rubbing up and down his length. He threw back his head and groaned, jerking his hips at me. I pressed myself flat against him.

“Want you so bad,” I whispered.

“Yes,” he nodded, eager. “Me too. I don’t know if I want to fuck you now, though. The anticipation is killing me, but it’s so delicious.”

I huffed in amusement. “Yeah, you’re almost afraid the culmination won’t live up to it.”

He kissed my neck. “Even if it does… every time.” He kissed me long and deep. “In fact, it exceeds all expectations.”

“You say the sweetest things.” I wrapped my arms around his neck, kissing along his collarbone, biting his neck before latching onto his lips and kissing the taste of wine from his mouth. We kissed lazily as the water beat down on us, neither of us in a hurry to do more… yet.

I broke off the kiss and eased him around. “Haven’t washed your delicious back or your ass. Must have you prepared, mustn’t I?”

“Prepared for what?” He peered back at me with mock-fear in his eyes.

“Hell if I know. You tell me.” I squeezed his ass cheeks, leaning against him to rest my cheek against his shoulder blade and whisper, “But I trust you. Whatever you throw at me.”

EPILOGUE

ALEXEI

This was the life. Standing in the shower getting teased by my girlfriend about being a bottom. It was exactly what I needed after the day I had.

Dr. Kaur’s words hadn’t stopped ringing in my mind.

What do I need?

Having Nora rub my back slowly with the loofah, taking every opportunity to feel me up like a horny teenager, rubbing carefully at my balls with unprecedented dedication just washed away the stress of the day.

Talking down two young men from shooting each other over a girl had done nothing to cool my temper, even if Katya was inclined to laugh. The lady in question was a street walker in Dumbo, and she didn’t even want either of those boys. As a thanks to me for deescalating that nonsense, she told me something that had been bothering me for a while.

She had a lot of clients who ran with the Serbians apparently, and she told me that the busted meetup that had turned into a bloodbath was actually planned as a takeover. The Serbs were supposed to kill me, and then Kirill would have taken over. The news had me hoping that Kirill’s corpse was rotting really slowly at the bottom of the sea, and that his skull was being used by crabs to lay eggs in.

Of course, I offered her a job at my club, if she was so inclined. It never hurts to have an extra pair of eyes around.

In any case, I was able to get home earlier than usual.

I turned around in the shower and took Nora by the shoulders, looking into her eyes. I smiled. “It’s nice being here with you. I want to do more of this.”

She smiled, wrapping her arms around my back. “Me too.”

I looked into her eyes, searching them for I knew not what, before I leaned down and kissed her. My wet hair fell forward, slapping against my cheek and making me jerk in an effort to flip it off. Our lips parted and we looked at each other before bursting into laughter.

“This isn’t going the way I envisioned,” I said.

“What? It’s not the perfect movie sequence you had in your head?”

I shook my head solemnly. “No, it is not.”

She grinned. “Well, I love it. It’s perfect because it’s us.”

Something in me tightened and quickened, and I grabbed her ass, lifting her up and slamming her against the shower wall. I latched onto her lips, kissing her frantically as she wrapped her legs around my waist, her hands holding onto my shoulders for dear life.

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