The words had me shivering. Or was that his hands coasting down my body, stroking my slick skin?
“For it to be relaxing, you’d have to not be making me horny.” I turned in his grip and looped my arms around his neck. “I don’t think I’ve told you that I’m really glad you’re alive.” I’d not known him long, and yet I felt connected to him. Hmm, wonder if the blood he’d given me had something to do with that, or was it the sex? His good looks? What about the fact that he saw beyond the chunky, middle-aged loser to the sparkling woman within?
“I’m glad we’re both alive, and I’m sorry you got embroiled in an affair that ended a long time ago.”
“Can’t say as I blame Sophia for wanting you back. You are kind of hot.”
“Only kind of?” Asked with an arched brow.
“Your shower’s big, but not sure it could handle your head if it got any larger.”
That drew a snort. “I don’t think I’ll ever be allowed vanity with you around.”
“Does that mean you’re planning to keep me?”
“Keep makes you sound like a pet. I’m thinking maybe we should try dating.”
“While living together?”
“Vampires tend to do things slightly different from human folk.”
“Not that different,” I purred grabbing his firm cock. I leaned back against the tile wall tugging him by the dick to keep him close. “In all the excitement, I don’t know if I said thank you for coming to rescue me.”
“From the looks of it, you did a pretty good job of saving yourself.”
“Until Sophia came along.” I grimaced.
He kissed my lips and murmured, “A couple of years and a bit of training and you’d have handled her as well.”
“You think so?”
“You’re stronger than you think. It’s why I’m drawn to you.”
Me, strong. Not something I’d have ever said to describe myself but hearing it from him… “I’m just with you because you have nice hair and a great set of shoulders.”
“Are you ever serious?”
“You want serious?” I whispered. “I could seriously use some soap because I’m fairly sure I still smell like flying monkey.”
“I think I can help with that.”
Liquid soap emerged from a dispenser inset within the tile wall, a coconut scent filling the air. He rubbed it between his palms until it lathered and then stroked those soapy palms all over me. My shoulders, down my arms. More soap and he skimmed his fingers down my back to the tops of my ass cheeks. He traced a slippery finger between my breasts, watching the trail of suds it left. I shivered when he cupped my breasts, his thumbs rubbing over my nipples until they puckered into pointy nubs.
“Good enough to eat,” he murmured before turning me into a jet to rinse them clean and then angling me back against the wall so he could lean in to give each tip a kiss. A kiss and then a lick. Then a suck.
Mmm.
My head tilted back and my eyes closed as he played with my nipples and breasts. His mouth opened wide to suck as much flesh as he could, his hands lifting and squeezing.
“Bite me,” I asked feeling the scrap of his teeth.
“Like this?” He clamped down and I shuddered at the jolting sensation. I felt that sharp pinch between my legs and squeezed my thighs in excitement.
“Don’t you clamp those shut,” he murmured nudging them apart with his leg. “I still have to wash you.”
Promising words.
He grabbed some more soap and slid it between my legs, stroking over my nether lips, teasing me with his slow friction.
