He looks so sinful.
Ignoring him, I add more soap and scrub the washcloth clean. He stands there as I go through my ritual. I toss the used cloth on the bench behind him. I retrieve a second washcloth from the shelf and soap it up.
Nico takes the washcloth from my hand.
“No, Nico.”
He gently rubs between my legs thoroughly cleaning my pussy. I’m holding my breath because this isn’t something he should do for his ex-girlfriend.
“I have to give it to you, you’re a badass at video games,” he adds, breaking the ridiculous tension in the air.
A genuine laugh bubbles in my chest.
Nico cleans the washcloth, then throws it over his shoulder. It lands on the bench. He takes another washcloth from thesmall shelf and pours shower gel on it while I begin to lift my leg to allow the water to wash the soap from my private parts.
He doesn’t laugh at how crazy I look with one leg in the air.
Nico reaches behind me. “Use the shower wand.”
I smile lowering my leg. “This is embarrassing, Nico.”
“It’s not. This just shows me how thorough you are washing your body.”
I curl my fingers around the wand. Nico places his hand on top. He wants to help. This man is sharing in this intimate process with me. But why? Still holding the soapy cloth in one hand he watches intently as I thoroughly rinse the soap from my pussy.
My lips curl into a nervous smile. “I bet this isn’t something you do with the other women.”
My brows lift. “Or is this something you get off on?”
He chuckles. “I’d never think of washing another woman. Keep your foot on the wall,” he orders as he drops to his knees.
My wide eyes watch him under the recessed lighting.
He sucks my clit. The wand is still clutched in my grip at my side.
His eyes hold mine as he slips two fingers into my core, pumping in and out. He flicks his tongue against my clit, once, then twice. I can feel my orgasm building in my belly. I bite my lower lip trying to hold it together. Three, four and the dam breaks.
“Nico,” I cry out.
“What the fuck are you doing…to…me?” His free hand grips my ass to keep me upright.
“You don’t have to run from me, Serenity.” He sucks my clit again, bringing on a second orgasm. My body trembles and I come so fucking hard. “Oh shit,” I cry out.
He stands to his full height. His hungry gaze sweeps over my body as I come down from my second climax. With both feet planted on the floor, I look at his lips.
There’s not a speck of blood on them. His fingers on the other hand are crimson. He holds his bloody fingers under the water.
“We’re a nasty ex couple,” I say.
Nico shrugs. “This is just between me and you.”
He gets another washcloth, adds soap and washes my shoulders, chest, and semi flat stomach.
I inch up on my tippy toes and peck his lips. They taste like nothing. Was I hoping he’d have my blood on his lips? Maybe just a little. How sick does that make me? What if I had a cut; would he kiss it better? Seeing my blood on his lips, I think, would make me feral over him. As if I’m not already. I almost cut that bitch in broad daylight today.
Nico douses more soap onto the washcloth.
“Wash my body, Serenity,” he commands, shoving the washcloth in my hand.
