I suck in a breath at the contact, my legs shake, already weakened from last night. The sensation completely new to me. I’ve never touched myself there before. Not like this. I push my bottom out, encouraging him to probe more.
“You like that?” He kisses along my neck where he held my throat last night as if he can kiss away the bruising. He massages me back there, loosening the tight knot. “When you’re used tome, I’m going to fuck you here and claim every part of you.” He growls from deep in his chest, reminding me of the grizzly bear from last night.
“I want that now. Please, I can take it.” I push my bottom back more and press against a hot rod of muscle.
“You need time to recover after last night.” His finger slips into my ass, lathered in soap. It’s just the tip, but I cry out, the sound like a mewl from deep in my throat.
Placing my palms against the shower wall to brace myself, my hips rock into him, teasing, hoping he’ll bend me over and take what he wants.
“Don’t tempt me, angel.” He removes his finger, disappointment coursing through me.
I jolt forward with a yelp as a stinging crack lands on my backside. “Did you just spank me?”
He growls, massaging the sting with has palm, then another slap, the water making a splash sound along with the slapping of flesh.
The sting travels straight to my core, causing tingles to shoot up my spine.
“That’s for being a brat.” He kisses my shoulder. “And for leaving me last night.”
I brace myself for another sting.
“And this is for tormenting me when I said no.”
I’m jolted forward, but I bite back my yelp. He’s not using the strength I know he has. And after all his sorries about how he was too rough with me, I doubt this will leave a mark, but my centre pulses at the thought of his handprint bruising my cheek. Pink’s always been my favourite colour.
“You need to learn that I know what’s best for you and stop trying to push my buttons.”
“I’ll be a good girl, I promise, Sawyer.” I turn around and run my hands over his chest, lathering him in soap just like he didme. My hands roam over his soft flesh, like a giant teddy, but underneath he hides a wall of muscle that’s as strong as a bear and able to protect me and carry me when I need it.
My eyes drift down to his monster erection that reaches the crease, hiding his belly button. My fingertip traces the wet hair from his belly to the base of his shaft, rivulets of water running down his magnificent frame, and I want to lap them up with my tongue.
As I slide my finger along the length of him, tracing the thick blue vein that leads to the head, he hisses.
His chest rises and falls with a rumble from his throat as if I’m awakening the beast. “What are you doing, angel?”
“Just because I’m still sore doesn’t mean I can’t play with you.” I look up through my lashes. “Is it okay if I touch you?”
He nods with gritted teeth and I can tell it’s taking all his strength to keep control.
“Tell me what to do. What do you like?” It’s empowering to have this giant of a man groan out in pleasure from my touch.
“I like anything you do.” He takes my hand and squeezes the minty shower gel onto my palm. “Wash me.” He guides my hand to his erection.
I slide my hand over him, his shaft slick with soap, and move it up and down.
His eyes don’t leave mine as I continue to fondle.
“Like this?”
“You’re a natural. Now move your hand lower and wash my balls.”
My hand trembles as I cup his sack. I slide it back and forth and squeeze gently, feeling inside like two hard-boiled eggs.
“Fuck. That’s it, baby girl. Just like that.” His lips curve in one corner. “You like playing with those, huh?”
“Yes.” I can’t stop jiggling them in my palm. It’s satisfying, like playing with a squishy.
His lips press to mine, his tongue slipping through my parted mouth, and I melt against the shower wall. He pulls back, brushing the wet hair from my eyes. “I’m gonna enjoy teaching you everything you want to know, angel. And we can find out what each other likes. But right now, I want to take care of my baby girl. Turn around and let me finish washing your hair.”
