Then I dipped the cloth between her thighs, carefully washing at first. Not so subtly adding more pressure to the apex of her pussy as I did. Eyes closed, head thrown back onto my chest, she sighed loudly as I applied more pressure to her clit. Circling on and on until she was practically whimpering in my lap.
“Let me make you feel good, sweetheart,” I spoke into her neck. The heat of my breath made her erupt in goosebumps despite the scalding water embracing us.
“Ye-yes,” she stuttered.
A finger escaped from the cloth and slipped through her lower lips. I found a sticky wetness not from the water and groaned with satisfaction that I’d aroused her already.
“Are you going to take what I give you?”
“Yes, sir.” A second finger dipped into her, and her answer dragged into a coo. She shuddered around my fingers slowly plunging deeper into her cunt. Tight, wet heaven clenched around my digits, and my cock throbbed against her lower back.
She planted her feet on the bottom of the tub and kept her knees spread. One hand hugged my arm to her chest, right against the delicate swell of her breast as I finger-fucked her. Her other hand grasped the edge of the tub, hand almost shaking with the effort to keep herself upright.
I pumped my fingers into her at a medium pace. Enough to build her up but not get her off. As much as I wanted to sink my teeth into her, I was too focused on watching how her body reacted to my touch; the roll of her hips under the water, the ripple of her thighs tensing, her breasts flushed and heaving with her fast, shallow breaths.
She was mesmerizing to watch.
And the sounds coming from her as I slowly increased the intensity were animalistic and enchanting.
Ophelia was beautiful, and the moment felt beautiful. Like I was giving her a piece of myself and she was accepting it. And there was a trade in there as parts of her unraveled in my hands, opening her like a book for me to learn and savor.
I curled my fingers to stroke her g-spot and Ophelia shivered, releasing a deep moan. Then my thumb joined the party, strumming her clit while I played with her sensitive inner walls.
“Luther,” she whimpered. “Oh, God, Luther…”
I nipped at the spot beneath her ear that made her tremble. Her cunt fluttered around my fingers, and I increased my attention on her skin, licking, biting, sucking.
“Are you going to come for me?”
“I think—” her body began to seize. “Oh, oh, God—ah!”
“That’s it, sweetheart. You’re doing so good for me, aren’t you? Now, you’re going to give me everything you possibly can. I want it all.” Further praise spilled from my lips, and that was all it took.
My fingers curled and twisted inside her. Her swollen, throbbing clit surrendered to my furious circling. My mouth remained suctioned to that tender spot, sucking on her neck while forcing her to come on my hand.
Ophelia’s legs had a mind of their own, clamped around my hand yet twitching as she climaxed. She came hard and fast,knocking my knuckles together with the strength of it. I caressed her inner walls, dragging out the pleasure for as long as possible. I kept going until she feebly swatted my hand away under the water and her legs collapsed.
“So good for me, perfect girl. I’m so proud of you.” If she weren’t so tired, eyes closed and panting, she might have preened.
After withdrawing my hand, I leaned back to quickly wash myself with the bar of soap. In case there was any lingering evidence of blood on my skin, I wouldn’t risk her seeing it now that she was finally starting to relax. I didn’t want to bring all that horror back to the forefront.
I pulled her in for a deep kiss before helping her out of the bath. She was half-comatose as I dried her off. A whispered giggle bubbled up when I rubbed her favorite lotion into her skin, almost as if she couldn’t believe it. That didn’t stop me from going on to brush out her hair and relish the feeling of the blonde locks in my hands. I wanted to spoil her rotten, and taking care of her needs was the easiest first step.
Once we’d padded down the hall to her room, she didn’t say a word as I rummaged through her wardrobe to find her something to sleep in. Though her lips twisted in an expression I couldn’t read, that didn’t stop me from plucking a comfortable pair of blue underwear from the drawer.
Once swimming in an oversized shirt, she slipped under her blankets. I had my boxers back on by then, debating if I should go or stay. When her hand shot out from under the blanket, leashing me to her side for the second time that night—tethering me to her.
“Stay.”
“As you wish.” And I settled under the covers behind her. It was half heaven and half hell when she snuggled closer, burying herself in my embrace.
Ophelia hummed sleepily before going silent. For a long time, I believed she had fallen asleep until her voice interrupted the comforting quiet of night.
“Tell me about your sister. Please.”
I stiffened as if hit on the head with a bowling ball.
“Or not, sorry. I didn’t mean—”
