Gavin continued his slow torture when he finally rubbed me down with soap, making sure to get into every little crevice and cranny of my body, taking eager care with more sensitive places. His lips pressed to every part of me as he doused me in the citrus soap. Bubbles held onto my tender skin, and he treated the soap as if he was painting me—even drawing a bow and arrow on my stomach.
I laughed at his art. “Okay,Cupid,” I said, grabbing the soap from him. “Let me.”
I had never had fun bathing with another person, but I did with him. My hands roamed every part of him, taking special care with his cock. Stroking him back to life and making him groan when I had him hard in my grasp again.
I took the removable shower head down and turned it to the massage setting, then let it beat down at the base of his neck as I pumped his thick cock. Gavin cursed and started to reach for me, but I made him press his hands into the wall and the glass door, even going as far as to threaten him with handcuffs if he tried to touch me. That fucking smirk lifted his lips, but he didn’t move as I brought him to his end.
A broad, wicked smile held on my lips at the triumph of his cum shooting over my belly and in my hand. God, he made the best noises when he came. And the look in his eyes when his gaze skated over me after completion had my heart fluttering.
I dragged my finger through the cum on my stomach and locked eyes with him as I licked it off, wrapping my lips around that digit and making sure to suck in my cheeks. My lips puckered as I cleaned the cum off. Gavin looked like he might pounce on me: shoulders tensing, eyes hardening… I wondered how much restraint it was taking for him not to grab me immediately, though he seemed to be patient.
He slowly took the shower wand from my hand as he composed himself, whispering, “Come here,” to me before dragging me against his chest.
It was a dangerous command—a challenge—much like when we’d first started our game, and my heart skipped at the way he looked at me. His lips were on mine again, distracting me as he moved that wand over my shoulders and back, down to my hips and the curvature of my ass… And when I felt him move the shower spray between my legs, I flinched out of his grasp.
“Gavin—“
His brow raised, almost as if he knew how powerful that pressure would be against my already sensitive clit. He lifted his chin, a crooked smile rising as he shifted the shower spray to a more gentle setting.
“Let me clean you up,” he said.
A laugh escaped me as he teased me with the spray, and before I could get away or open the shower door, he grabbed me by the waist and into his muscular arms again.
“Is this your favorite? Is this what you do when you can’t go to sleep?” he mocked, and I grabbed onto his arm, smiling into his shoulder because that was all I could do. My thighs were jelly, and I was beginning to wilt from the pleasure and exhaustion catching up to me.
He sprayed that heavy pressure against my clit again, making me jerk and whimper, and I began to fall apart.
“Do you get in this shower and hold the water on that swollen clit until you can’t feel your legs? Do you imagine that shadow, baby? Do you imagine that faceless being while you sit on this bench and pleasure yourself?”
He wasn’t wrong, but I didn’t have the voice to tell him. I shook as he moved that pressure, hitting me in every place that had tears pricking my eyes. I didn’t know how I was supposed to come again. My vision blurred as I started to collapse, but his grip tightened on my waist and held me steady. Thank fuck for his grip. I would have been on the floor without it.
Every time the water moved over my throbbing clit, I jerked in his arms. I hugged his bicep, my open mouth on his shoulder. His name cried out from my lips in a wail, and he steadied the water on my nerves—letting it beat and torture me in the best ways.
Somehow, this was what would be my end. I was sure this was what would send me tumbling in a way that completely numbed my mind and body.
“Let go, baby,” he finally said. “Relax for me. I’ve got you. Give me this orgasm, give me all of you.”
I tried to. I wanted to. My heart felt like it might stop as every part of me strained. My weak knees were shaking. I was sure I was drawing blood on his skin from my nails and how I bit his shoulder. But he pulled my chin to him, and he kissed me. And in that kiss, I found surrender. I gave in, letting go of denial.
Wails left me that I wasn’t aware that I possessed.
“That’s it,” he said, and I could feel his muscles tightening around me, his hand clutching my hip like he was holding me up. The water pressure sent my body convulsing—
I crashed. I screamed. I cried out into his collar, my knees finally giving way, but he caught me. He let the shower handle fall and reverberate against the wall as I came crashing down, my body jerking and whimpering, tears springing down from my cheeks. My entire body radiated an ecstasy I’d never felt before. Euphoria swam throughout my every pore, and I wondered how anything else might match the bliss I felt right then.
“There’s my sweet girl,” he whispered as he kissed my nose. “You did so well, baby.”
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN - GAVIN
CHLOE NEARLY COLLAPSED in my arms after I towel-dried her hair. I carried her into the living room and laid her on the couch, placing a pillow under her head. I grabbed one of the blankets from the basket by the television and draped it over her. I didn’t eat the pizza, but I did set it out on the table, along with a few more coconut waters and regular waters from the fridge, before then crawling onto the couch by her side and turning on the TV.
I couldn’t nap. Even with how tired I was, I continued to stare and wonder about her—how she had come into my life mere hours ago and it had felt as though I’d known her a lifetime, like I’d known her touch and her taste for longer than she’d been alive. The memory seemed to be buried deep within me, but it moved and wove and wrapped itself around my soul, but one look at her sleeping dismissed it from my mind.
The window remained open. I could see where so much snow had collected in her bowl that it was overflowing. A soft chuckle left me, and I started to get up and bring it inside, but Chloe sat up and groaned an unintelligible mutter before I could move. As she shifted to her other side, she hardly looked my way, and she laid her head in my lap like it was her favorite pillow.
The blanket fell to the ground. I reached for it and tugged it up back over her. I moved my hand beneath it when she snuggled against me, moving my fingers absentmindedly while tracing the exposed flesh at the top of her thigh and the bend of her hips. After getting out of the shower, I had put my sweater back on her and the high-waisted underwear, along with a new set of thick fuzzy socks I’d seen hanging out of her dresser drawer.
She was a fucking goddess lying in my lap looking exposed as she was. So vulnerable…
