He threw his head back and let the most joyful laugh spill into the night. “Yes, my little sunbeam. I will show you just how dirty I can get.”
CJ giggled as he hefted her over one shoulder with ease, one arm clamped over the backs of her thighs to hold her in place. She tilted her head to watch, upside down, as he made his way down the hallway, through a bedroom with the biggest bed she had ever seen in her life, and then into a large ensuite bathroom.
He placed her gently on the edge of a bench between twin basins, his hips between her spread legs. His hands resting on either side of her hips, his large chest blocking most of the bathroom from her sight. Not that she wanted to look at anything but him. This massive, powerful man—alien—who was hers.
Mine.
The intensity of the thought was savage, and she grabbed the fabric of his shirt, pulling him toward her and lifting her face for his kiss.
Their lips met with more passion than finesse, hungry for each other with delving tongues and little nips that had her gasping. Domik pulled back, and she clung to him with a whimper, but he silenced her with a quick press of his lips to hers, before pulling off his shirt and tossing it over his shoulder.
She drank him in. All dark bronzed muscles and dark hair. His long black hair had escaped the braid and was spilling over his shoulders, and she reached up to finger a strand. “It’s so soft.” She smoothed the silken strands in wonder, loosening his remaining hair from the braid and running her hands over his scalp.
He groaned, dropping his head to her shoulder and closing his eyes. “That feels so good.”
She smiled, pulling her hands out of his hair. “I’ll braid it for you if you like?”
“You will?” The look of boyish wonder on his face had her chuckling.
“I might not like long hair for myself, but it wasn’t always this short.”
“I’d like that.”
He stepped back from the bench and undid the snap at the waistband of his pants. CJ was transfixed as he ran a hand over his taught stomach before shucking the combat trousers and standing in front of her naked.
“You don’t wear underwear?” She choked out; eyes transfixed by the sheer heft of the cock that hung semi-hard between his legs.
He lifted an eyebrow and smirked.
CJ slid from the bench and quickly pulled her own clothes off until she was standing naked in front of him. She went to cross her hands over his chest, but stopped when he gave a short growl of protest.
“You are beautiful.” He stepped closer to her, trailing a finger down her neck and between her breasts, her nipples peaking as goosebumps spread across her chest. Domik bent to take one nipple in his mouth and she gasped, her legs wobbling at the sensation that spread through her body. He gave the other the same attention, her wet flesh pebbling even more as the night air brushed over her.
He grinned and turned away to lean over the largest spa bath she had ever seen. How had she missed that?
Probably staring at Dom.
Like she was now, his taught ass in front of her as he turned on the taps on the tub. Her hands moved of their own accord to grab the firm muscle and he jerked, looking over his shoulder.
“I like your ass,” she said by way of an apology, giving one cheek a light smack. He straightened and turned to pick her up with a stern look she didn’t believe for one second.
Her legs wrapped around his waist, and his thick length nudged against her center.
“Oh, I will not let that go,” he bit out against her neck, nipping the sensitive skin below her ear.
She laughed, not worried in the least. He could crush her in one hand, and yet she knew he never would. She was the safest she had ever been, right here. In his arms. She sighed and let her head fall back, exposing her neck to his nibbles and kisses.
While the bath filled, Domik went back to the kitchen to get the wine, and CJ rummaged in the cupboard, finding a stash of bath bombs. A bright purple one gave her a chuckle, reminding her of that awful hotel and their first night together. She dropped it in the spa, smiling in amusement at the thought of Domik’s giant body sprawling in the colored water.
But when he returned and stepped into the bath, she was far from laughing. The contrast of his bulging muscles and the pink water was more than her poor pussy could take, and she almost melted on the spot.
She slid into the bath, amazed that not only could they both fit, but she could face him comfortably, and reached for the glass of what she suspected was quite expensive bubbly wine that Domik passed her.
She slid deeper into the warm water with a sigh, the liquid heat easing the aches of the past few days. She closed her eyes and rested her head against the side of the spa bath. Big hands gripped her around the middle, and she yelped with fright as she was lifted and placed bodily on Domik’s lap.
She wriggled, and his cock thickened under her backside. She bit her lip as she watched him.
“What do you have in mind, Dom?” she asked, waggling her eyebrows suggestively.
