When the soap rinsed away, he replaced the spray of water with his fingers. I jumped, surprised by the surge of pleasure when he put his fingers directly on my clit and squeezed.
"You're swollen," he whispered into my ear.
I hadn't realized how turned on my body had become while I dozed on his shoulder and he cleansed me. Now that he'd fully woken me up, I felt the tingles that indicated my body wanted a release, and now. My nipples had hardened at some point and ached to be touched.
Michael saw me arch my back, pushing my chest into his, and couldn't resist. He let my leg lower but kept his hand there. I moved to the corner of the huge shower, where we had put a shower seat. As Connie and Lucian, we'd figured we'd want it when we had kids, either toward the end of my pregnancies or the kids might use it. I was glad to have it now as I rested my foot on it.
Michael wrapped his lips around one tight nipple and sucked it softly again. His fingers didn't let up, squeezing and pressing on my clit as it began to pulse with the inner pleasure that indicated a strong, sharp orgasm was building. "Keep going," I whispered, reaching between us to grab his hard cock. He had to lift his mouth off of my nipple, but I wanted his dick in my hand more than I wanted his lips on my nipples.
Stroking him in the water, I squeezed his base, the way I knew he liked it. He moaned and watched my small hand glide over his thick cock as he continued to press his finger against my clit over and over.
My inner walls began to clench uncontrollably, signaling the start of the orgasm. I lost all sense of how fast or hard I stroked Michael, but I must've been doing something good, because his hot cum squirted all over my stomach, then was quickly washed away by the shower. My orgasm exploded in my core, rocking through me in an internal spray of hormones and pleasure.
When it finished, I was more exhausted than ever. Michael turned off the water and wrapped me in my big terrycloth robe, letting it absorb the water from my body. I roused enough to wrap a towel around my head and let him lead me to the bed.
My stomach growled as I climbed in, toweling my hair and leaning against the headboard.
As if my hunger pang had summoned him, Lucifer walked in with a plate of pizza, napkin, and a bottle of water. "Thought you might want to eat in bed," he said.
I nearly cried in relief. "How are you not as tired as I am?" I asked.
"I am," he said. "I fell asleep on the couch waiting on the pizza. As soon as I shower, I'm out like a light."
The pizza tasted like the finest manna from Heaven after going so long without eating. "You realize you're chewing with your eyes closed?" Michael said. I opened my eyes to see Luc had left the room. The faint sounds of the shower coming on again told me where he was.
"I didn't realize that." The slice of pizza in my hand, which I thought I'd only taken a bite of, was half gone. "Another first. I've never eaten in my sleep."
Gabe walked in just in time to hear that and laughed at me. "When I got out of the shower, I thought you were just resting and enjoying the water. Not asleep."
I finished my slice of pizza. There was another on the plate, but one was enough to stave off my hunger. I handed it to Gabe. "Want that?" I asked.
"Duh," he said. I burrowed myself in the blankets with a fleeting thought about where they'd all sleep. The king-sized bed would hold three of us easily, but four would be more difficult.
Drifting off, my last thoughts were of my sweet Ariel. I prayed she was warm, comfortable, and unaware of her separation from her parents.
16
Nothing new happened the next day, except Michael and Gabriel leaving to study the tomes in the library in Heaven for any information they could find about entering realms. Luc and I were left to keep our own counsel.
We visited Mary again, the Voodoo. I took her our big screen TV and the gaming system Lucian had loved. Lucifer cared less about playing video games. "For the little boy," I said. "Not a payment. Just a gift. These things will be good to nobody soon, and I thought he might like them."
Lucian noticed the boy peeking out of the hallway. "Do you want to help me set it up?"
The little guy's eyes lit up as he nodded. Luc took his hand and looked at Mary for permission. "Go ahead," she said. "In the living room."
They got busy changing out the small, ancient television for the one we'd brought.
"Can we talk?" I asked.
She still seemed wary, even after helping me before. Maybe because Luc was with me and she knew exactly who and what he was.
Writing down the address of our home and the one Michael had used when he was human, I explained we'd be leaving soon. "It may be weeks to come, but these homes will be empty, and you're welcome to take anything inside." Then, I realized she might not have the means to go get the stuff or to rent a truck or have help with the items. "Shoot. Will you have help? Someone to load anything you want out of the house?"
She studied me carefully. "Why do you do this?"
It wasn't because I still hoped for her help. "Your aura. I've never met such a purely good human. I would help you any way I can, and I know you won't use magic to help yourself." Another idea popped into my head. "I'm going to leave here and we're going to leave the properties to you in a will. Our bodies will be found soon, and you'll be left the money we have in savings and our properties. You can sell them, keep them, give them to family, whatever you want to do."
She stared at me with skeptical eyes. "It seems too good to be true."
