Leaning down, I latch onto one and cover the other with my hand. I can’t have my girl getting cold.
“Kash,” she murmurs, then moans when I take her nipple between my teeth. “Please.” Her hands weave into my hair.
“Don’t worry, Wifey, you won’t have to beg, much,” I finish, crashing my lips to hers. I want them to be swollen and puffy from my kisses. I want to ruin her as much as she ruins me. I need her to feel the same devastation.
When I peel her underwear down her legs, I find another tattoo. Stroking the little design, I lift my eyes to hers with a grin. “A space dinosaur. Really?” On Mila’s ankle is a small cartoon dinosaur, wearing a space helmet, with little stars surrounding it. He seems to be reaching for one of them. I know the feeling of wanting something that’s just out of reach.
Shrugging her shoulders, Mila smiles back at me. “That makes three. I think you have one more to find. I thought you were invested in your scavenger hunt.”
My girl isn’t wrong.
Rising back to my feet, Mila squeals when I lift her off the counter and into my arms. I shove the shower door back to test the water, only turning it down a little bit. I have no doubt she takes hot showers, but I’m pretty sure I could boil water with that temperature.
Having Mila’s naked body pressed against mine is a fantasy come to life. Her breasts are flush with my chest, her ass fitting perfectly in my hands. The globes spill over my fingers, and as I tighten my grip, I say a silent prayer they leave a mark there. Stroking my thumb over the dandelion on her rib cage, I promise to add something to it soon. I still haven’t found her final one yet.
Stepping into the shower, I slide her down my body and pay attention to every single sound she makes. Having more experience than Mila means nothing to me. I’m not going to use tricks I’ve learned from being with other women. I’m going to map out her body and find every single spot that gives her even the smallest amount of pleasure, and then I’m going to tease the hell out of them.
Placing her under the stream, I tilt her head back and wash the paint that’s sticking to some of the strands still. After I drop a dollopof her shampoo into my hands, I motion for her to turn around. When she does it without hesitation, I bite back a moan. She follows my every request without question. I think she finally trusts me—trusts us.
Lathering the shampoo in her hair, I hiss when she pushes her ass into my dick. Fuck, I can’t come until I’m inside of her. I hold a fist full of her peachy behind as I tug her head back, leaning down to her ear. “Keep that up, and I’ll spank your pretty little ass.” Rubbing my hand across one cheek, I squeeze it in my palm.
“You wouldn’t do that.” She gasps.
“You don’t know the half of what I’ll do to you, Mila.” I nip her ear and move my hand around to the front of her body. “You don’t know all the ways I’ve dreamed of touching you,” I admit, sliding my hand toward her pussy. “The filthy thoughts I’ve had about you while I touched myself, or all of the sinful ways I’ve pictured taking you as you scream my name. ”
When she leans into my touch, whispering my name, I know she’s in this with me. She wants us too.
I run my free hand against her skin and drag my fingers through the small patch of hair covering her pussy. Turning her head with my other hand, I pump two fingers into her wet heat and crash my mouth to hers, tasting her. Her cries of pleasure are delicious as I swallow them down, groaning when her pussy sucks my fingers in deeper. She’s so fucking tight, and I’m not small.
One of her hands comes up to cup my head, keeping me in place as I devour her mouth. The other lays over the top of my hand that’s sliding in and out of her. Pulling my lips back, I rest my forehead to hers, the hot water warming us. “Show me how to touch you, Mila. Show me how I make my future wife and mother of my children scream.”
Moving my thumb over her clit, I rub the little bundle in small, quick circles. The more she whines my name, the faster I circle.
“Tell me,” I demand, withdrawing my hand and slapping her pussy.
“Kash,” she cries. “I can’t.”
“Why not?” Nipping her neck, I cup the front of her throat with my hand. I should put her name on it. She owns me anyway.
“Because I don’t know how I like being touched,” she admits, in a small voice. “No one’s ever cared enough.”
My brain short circuits momentarily as I think about the men who came before me—which I refuse to dwell on without wanting to go on a killing spree—and how they were too fucking stupid to take care of her. Even though their stupidness is my gain, it still pisses me off. “Well, isn’t that lucky for me then?” I whisper in her ear, enjoying the way she shivers. “I get to do whatever I want to you, and you’ll tell me how it all feels. Won’t you, baby?”
Sooner than I’m ready to, I release my hold on her throat and grab her bodywash and the extra loofah I bought. Washing away all traces of the cold and paint, I stand back and admire her fully. Mila’s lips are puffy and swollen from my kisses. Her face is red and flushed, and I know she’s almost ready to be fucked.
“I’d offer to wash your hair, but you’re too tall.”
Dropping to my knees in the tub, I solve the problem instantly. I dust kisses all over her skin and wrap my arms around her. “Not a problem now. Go ahead, Mila. Touch me,” I all but beg.
She drops a bit of shampoo into her hands and lathers it through my strands, tugging on the longer pieces. She pays special attention to the area around my scalp where my tattoo sits. Groaning at the contact, I reach one hand down and tug my stiff cock. I don’t know how much longer I can do this.
While she works her fingers through my hair, I dip my head a little lower in search of her pussy. Pushing her against the wall, I fasten my lips over her clit and suck it into my mouth, sliding a finger into her channel.
“Holy fuck, Kash.” She grabs the strands of my hair into her fist.
Sweeping my tongue up her pussy, I let Mila’s taste fill my senses. Of course there’s a soapy scent, but her natural flavor is still there. She’s so fucking sweet, just like I knew she would be.
“Tell me whatyou like, Mila,” I demand again. “Do you like it when I lick your pussy like this?” I drag the point of my tongue slowly up her slit. “Or do you like it when I do this?” I ask her, flattening my tongue and dragging it. The moan combined with the way she throws her head back is answer enough.
