“Fuck,” she murmured. I was sure I wasn’t supposed to have heard it. I bit in a smile.
“Stay,” I said, walking back to the bathroom.
“Should I bark?” I heard her mutter under her breath.
I resisted the urge to laugh out loud. Amusing little thing, wasn’t she?
I cleaned the vibrator and the plug with soap and warm water before wetting a clean cloth and coming back out with all three items in my hands.
She took them but didn’t say anything.
I put the vibrator back under her pillow, and the plug in a drawer, and, meeting her eyes, I said, “Just in case you’re feeling horny later and no one’s around.”
She narrowed her eyes at me but didn’t say anything, her cheeks taking on a slight shade of pink.
I climbed into the bed, leaned back against the headboard, and reached for her.
I placed her on my body, her back to my front, and spread her legs so they rested on either side of my thighs, then I proceeded to clean her with the cloth.
“I can do that,” she said, a tinge of shyness in her voice as she made a move to grab the cloth.
I held her off. “Let me.”
It wasn’t a request.
I fucking enjoyed doing this for her.
Silas was usually the one to do this aftercare for the women we fucked—at least, the ones that seemed like they wanted it—but I found I didn’t mind this so much.
I swiped the cloth across her slit, taking up all the juices and making sure she was nice and clean before letting her cross her legs.
I threw the cloth onto the floor.
She looked back at me before pulling the blanket over the lower half of her body, as if she thought that would really protect her from me.
I didn’t say anything and let her have this illusion of safety, lightly skating my hand up until it rested around her middle.
I felt her take a deep breath.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
Fuck if I knew.
I didn’t answer her. I drew little circles with my finger on the soft skin of her belly, dipping my finger inside her navel a bit before pulling away. She shivered against me.
I had never been with another woman who was as sensitive to my touch as she was, and I found her reaction to be fucking addictive.
What would it be like if I fucked her? If I let the tight heat of her pussy surround my dick, felt her clenching around me, her nails raking on my back because I thrust a little too roughly.
I was sure she could feel my hard-on now.
It hadn’t gone away since I started to play with her.
She wiggled against me and I held her even tighter. “Hold still,” I gritted out.
“Let me go. You obviously have… uh, something you need to do.”
I laughed. “Something to do is right. Would you like to help?”
