Shepard better not wash me with the family booty call stash. I will literally karate chop him in the balls.
“My sister’s,” he replies, generously squeezing the creamy liquid onto the bath sponge. “Forgot it the last time she was here.”
“Oh,” I mumble, breathing in the fruity fragrance.
“We’re all yours, Sweet Peach,” Shepard assures me. “No need to be jealous.”
A soft gasp escapes my lips as he glides the sponge over my breasts, paying special attention to my nipples until both become steel peaks, then he slurps one into his strong mouth. I tunnel my hands into his long strands, holding him tightly to me.
“Shepard,” I pant, arching into him. “Please.”
He responds to my unfinished plea, seeking the needy spot between my thighs. His light caress strikes a match in the heart of me, unleashing an all-consuming desire. His fingers stroke and pinch my clit while my other nipple receives the pleasure of his teeth and tongue. Every touch brings me closer to blissful fulfillment.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, awed by the passion he invokes within me. “How is this feeling possible?”
“No, Sweet Peach,” he rasps against my flesh. “What areyoudoing to us?”
“Oh God,” I breathe as he pushes long fingers into my body. “I’m hungry for you. For all of you.”
I’m feverish with want, every nerve ending overly heightened during my time of the month.
“Then let us feed you,” he murmurs, seizing my lips in a searing kiss.
Our tongues duel in a sensual tango. I want to fill up on him, drink his essence into my very soul. He nimbly moves in and out of my pussy, his rough palm hitting against my swollen clit. I widen my legs and meet his plundering fingers, prisoner to the carnal unrest surging through my veins. Water splashes over the edge of the bathtub in my desperation to reach climax. Nothing could’ve ever prepared me for these virile men. I’m completely under their spell. Truthfully, it’s where I’ve longed to be since first laying eyes on them. My body suddenly implodes, creating a white-hot maelstrom in the depths of my feminine core.
“Yes,” I whimper softly as debilitating spasms rock me to the marrow. “Keep going. Yes, just like that.”
“Your moans are sexy as fuck,” he says gruffly, driving his fingers into me until my convulsions subside.
“Sleepy,” I mumble, my eyelids drifting shut.
Shepard chuckles. “Sleep later. Right now, it’s time to get you all clean.”
My self-appointed caregiver gives me the royal treatment, thoroughly washing my upper body from neck to waistline. He gives my feet the same attention, even scrubbing between my toes. I’m on cloud nine. This bath is just what my achy body needed.
Shepard pushes to his feet and then helps me to mine. “We’re almost done, Sweet Peach.”
“I don’t want it to be over,” I whine.
“How about another bath tomorrow?” he offers, coasting the bath sponge down my leg. “I’ll have candles, rose petals, soft music playing, and give you a full-body massage afterwards.” He moves to my other leg. “The whole nine yards. Deal?”
“Okay,” I reply with a smile.
“Now, for the most important parts,” Shepard announces, tossing the sponge into the water and liberally lathering his hands with bodywash.
“What are—”
My question dies on a whimpering moan when he delves one hand through my pussy lips and slips the other between my ass cheeks. I latch onto his forearm with both hands.
“Shepard,” I mewl softly, resting my head on his shoulder.
Gentle fingers scour the contours of my folds and rimmed opening. His touch is a thunderbolt to my sexual psyche, rousing my libido to soaring heights once again. My knees buckle when his exploration shifts to my throbbing clit. I would’ve plunged into the water if it weren’t for my iron grip on him. A blazing firestorm spreads through my feminine heart. This man knows just how to take me to the brink in seconds.
Shepard abruptly pulls away and my rising orgasm immediately fizzles.
“Rinse off,” he instructs me, lightly patting my bottom.
“Why did you stop?” I snap, not at all pleased that my happy ending was sidetracked. “I was about to come, damn you.”
