Vin’s mouth curves at one corner and he drops to his knees without a word. When his mouth finds me I have to grip the shower wall with both hands to remain upright. He is good at this. He has always been good at this, which has been one of the more inconvenient facts of my life.
But there’s something different in how he’s touching me, tasting me, devouring me tonight. It’s both intense and gentle at the same time. He reads my body and every sound I make and adjusts. He grips my thighs and holds me up when my knees start to give out, and when he finds the rhythm that makes my vision dissolve at the edges, he stays there, patient and relentless.
I dig my fingers into his hair and hold on, thrown into an avalanche of sensation shooting through every nerve in my body.
I come so hard my voice breaks on his name, and then, without any warning at all, I come again immediately after, the second one rolling through me hard and violent. My hands slip to his shoulders and I’m making sounds I have no control over, squirting warm and wet all over him, all over me, all over us.
“Fuuuuucckk, Sophia.”
He buries his face in my pussy, licking me, the flat of his tongue hitting all the nerve endings in my sensitive clit. I can barely even think in complete sentences.
He looks up at me from his knees. He is devastatingly, painfully gorgeous. Water dripping down his chiseled body, his jaw tense,his eyes dark and piercing. He grips my hips with both hands, digging in his fingertips, bruising me.
He rises, his hard cock pressing into me as he slides his hands up my body in rough strokes. He lifts one of my legs, positioning himself to push inside me, and I put one hand flat against the center of his chest.
“Not yet,” I say. “Your turn.”
His brow pulls together. “My turn?”
“Turn around.”
He stills, and his expression goes hard. I wait. This is his chance to show me that he meant what he said. If he doesn’t, there’s nothing more to say.
“Sophie—”
“You said anything.” I hold his gaze.
He is quiet for a long moment. The water runs over his shoulders, down the lines of his chest, the still-fresh stitches from the shrapnel. He rakes his gaze down the length of my body then back up again like he’s starving. Then he turns around.
He braces one forearm against the tile and drops his chin to his chest, the tension emanating off him. I press one hand lightly between his shoulder blades and feel him breathe.
“I’ve got you,” I say quietly. “Relax.”
He exhales once, hard. I have no intention of rushing him. This isn’t a power play—or I guess it’s notjusta power play. It’s about showing him what it means to be an equal to someone else, totrust them the same way you ask them to trust you. To show him that I can show up for him and serve him in ways he’s never imagined, but that I need him to support me as well.
Standing on my tiptoes, I drop light kisses on his upper back, massaging his shoulders gently. I press my wet body against his and I can feel him relax into me. He leans his head back and drops one hand to his side as I drag my tongue down his back and crouch behind him.
Every bit of my attention is focused on Vin. The changes in his breath, the way his hand fists and releases at my touch. I spread him open and lick him softly, around the edges at first, using my fingers to massage in slow circles around his opening. He moans, banging his forehead softly against his forearm. I keep going until the tension in his spine shifts, dissipates, and he relaxes under my hands and mouth.
As I massage his entrance with my fingertips, his groans hit a fervor I’ve never heard from him before. And something unexpected happens: the more into it he is, the wetter I get. My pussy develops a steady pulse and an ache spreads down into my thighs. My plan was to try something hot, something new, and to teach him a lesson at the same time. I had no idea that it would turn me on so much to watch him melt at my touch.
When I press one digit of one finger inside him, he slams his palm against the shower wall. “Sophie!”
I pause, continuing to rim him, flicking my tongue right around where my finger is still inside him.
“Yellow.”
I freeze. Vin is… using my safe word? It’s the safe word thatmeans pause, check-in, not stop entirely so that’s what I do. “Tell me what you need,padrone.”
He taps my wrist and I pull away from him, disappointed. I shouldn’t be. He tried it. He didn’t like it. I told him I would respect his choices. But it seemed like he was enjoying it more than either of us thought he would. Did I misread him that badly?
Vin steps out of the shower, and I stay where I am, crouched down, the water running down my back, not sure what to do.
He taps my shoulder and steps back into the shower. In his hands are a big bottle of lube and a very small vibrator.
I take them from him as he runs his thumb along my jaw line. “I trust you, Sophie.”
Why do those words sound deeper and more emotional than any “I love you” ever could. Especially coming from Vin Demonio.
