My shoulders relax, my mind drifting away as he massages my scalp. I reach up and grab his biceps to hold on to them because I’m literally swooning and might go weak at the knees and hit my face on the tile. Which would end my good times here.
Twice, he applies shampoo to my hair, and a familiar smell I can’t quite place triggers my memory. “What kind of flower is this?”
“Gardenia blossom,” he says.
“Oh, I love that smell.”
“I know.”
I open my eyes and catch him focusing on washing my hair. Being the object of all his attention is a beautiful thing. I rise on my toes to try to kiss him, but he tilts his head back.
I press my palm against his belly and feel his muscles contract.
He looks down his nose at me, smirks, and continues to shampoo my hair. Again, I close my eyes and relax. Fully relaxed this time, I smell the scent of blossoms in the air, feel the fingers in my hair, the water cascading down my back, and the warmth of his body where my hand touches his skin.
Alessio rubs in the conditioner, its scent gentler than the shampoo. Still gardenia, I believe.
“Turn around.”
Once I do, he lifts my hands and places my palms on the tile so I can support myself when he presses his front to my back. His erection pokes my spine.
“The curve of your back will be the end of me,” he says.
I reach behind me and wrap my hand around his girth and start stroking him.
Alessio bites my shoulder, digs his teeth in until I yelp and release his cock. A warning. I shouldn’t touch Alessio without permission. It’s something he asked for during the night at the hotel, and I failed to honor it so many times. I think he has that rule so that when I break it, he can punish me. Playfully, of course. Alessio’s not into pain, and neither am I.
I press my hand against the tile.
Alessio steps back, and I feel my detangling comb run through my hair.
He kisses the spot he bit. “I promise you’ll get all the dick you can handle tonight. Just not right away. You think you can wait?” I open my mouth to answer, but he tsks. “It’s a rhetorical question. Youwillwait.”
Alessio steps behind me, and this time, he slides his cock down and between my ass cheeks, where he leaves it while he combs through my hair. I push back against his hardness and wiggle, then rise on my toes to try to position it at my needy core, but that gets me two hard slaps on the bottom.
The heat of Alessio’s body disappears, and I turn to see him lathering his hands with soap.
“Since you’re being a needy brat tonight, I’ll have to restrain you. I’ve brought just the thing for you, pet.” His eyes glow. Uh-oh.
“Will I like it?” I ask, suspicious of how excited he seems.
“To be determined.” He wraps his hand around my throat, pushes me against the tile, and kisses the tip of my nose, each cheek, and a corner of my mouth. He lathers soap over my body, paying close attention to my breasts, where he pauses to tug and pinch my nipples before moving his hand between my legs.
When he touches my core, I sigh with pleasure, but it’s short-lived because he removes his hand.
He looks at his fingers and rubs them together. “You’re dripping wet. Are you aching?”
I nod.
“I can’t hear you, Lake.”
“Yes, Alessio.”
“What are you hurting for?” He strokes my clit. When I try to glide over his fingers to get more friction, he squeezes my throat.
I shut my eyes tightly before I say, “I ache for your dick inside me.” I sound cringy. Dirty talk makes me uncomfortable, but that’s exactly why Alessio wants me to do it. He pushes the limits of comfort for me, but even more so with himself. He’s a natural risk-taker, even as he seeks security and control. The combination makes him a complex man to understand.
Alessio pushes two of his long fingers inside me and slides them in and out. He strokes that spot inside me that I’m not sure I could even find on my own. It makes my eyes roll back. My hips jut out, and my body drifts toward him as if he’s the center of gravity.
