I grabbed my lighter and lit the candles scattered around the bathroom then pushed the button on the panel to start the shower jets. I turned the temperature up then threw a shower bomb in. It smelled like lavender and vanilla, two of her favorite smells. I figured it would ease a little of that stress out of her shoulders.
Once I was satisfied, I pulled out my cell and put it on DND then went to my playlist and turned on soft jazz. The guitar filled my eardrums and I instantly calmed down. This should do the same for my honeybee.
I stepped into the bedroom and Brandy was fast asleep in the center of my bed. I rested against the bedpost and watched her. She was always portrait ready. If I painted, I would pull out the easel and mimic the beautiful cascade of her long legs, the brush of hair across her face, her slender frame, and those pouty lips. She was a vision. She was mine.
I crawled over to her then nuzzled her neck. I planted kisses on her face until she stirred awake.
“Mmm, Armond, quit,” she groaned.
“Your shower is ready, mama. Come on.”
She sighed then opened her eyes. She sniffed the air then looked at me.
“It smells like my house.” She beamed.
“It smells like you, honeybee.”
She shot up and rushed to the bathroom. She halted at the entrance and covered her mouth.
“Oh, this is beautiful.”
“Something slight.”
“Yeah, okay. Look at that shower. I’m supposed to get in that? Looks like I’m about to go through a car wash.”
I chuckled and grabbed her hand. I led her to the shower and she slipped her bra and panties off. I hit the panel and turned off two of the jets. She smiled then kissed me on the lips.
“That’s much better,” she said.
“Get your sexy ass in there.”
“You’re joining me, right?”
“Is that what you want?”
“Of course.”
I discarded my clothing then stepped into the shower with her. My gaze traversed her entire being before locking onto her eyes. She was still insecure over the couple of scars she normally kept hidden. I didn’t care about that. She’d kissed my scars and I would do the same for her any day.
I kneeled and kissed the scar from her cesarean, the scars on the inside of her left thigh, and her belly button, then trailed my tongue around it.
“Armond…”
“Shhhh,” I interrupted.
She sat on the bench just for my lips to disconnect from her skin. The rise and fall of her chest told me everything her lips wouldn’t. She was anxious. Ready. So damn ready. She noticed my exploration and gave me a naughty smile and batted those pretty lashes at me.
I kissed the scar on her inner thigh then spread her legs further. I planted kiss after kiss on her clit, giving it a light suck before I dove in. She let out a moan so alluring that I fucked her with my tongue until her body quivered. I lapped her up in meticulous swirls then sucked on her clit until her legs tried to snap my neck off.
The second she reached her climax, her legs spread widely and I let her fill me up until she settled. I licked my lips then winked at her as I grabbed her hand. Her chest rose and fell rapidly as her head tilted back and rested on the shower wall. She was already spent but I wasn’t done with her yet.
I pulled her onto the floor with me. With me still on my knees, she decided to straddle me as she propped her legs to the side. The soft mats eased our descent.
I inched forward then slid inside her juicy tunnel. She shuddered then grabbed my arm as I slowly filled her up. Her eyes fluttered open. Her breathing hitched and I got lost in hergaze. The hair on the back of my neck rose and a rush of heat sat back there with it. I couldn’t move my eyes from her.
I wasn’t sure if that made her nervous because she was biting the corner of her bottom lip and holding onto me for dear life. I kissed the side of her mouth then her forehead. Her soft yet sharp exhale gave me pause. I searched her face for an answer and her hand met the back of my nape.
“It’s okay,” she murmured.
