"I think so." My breasts feel heavier, and my nipples tighten. I shift my hips, trying to get friction on my clit, but he moves his fingers so that I can’t.
"So greedy,” he says, making a tsking sound. “That would normally get you a smack to your pretty pussy."
“You wouldn’t.” I lick my lips, intrigued by this threat.
He slides his other hand under the small of my back so he lifts my lower half slightly out of the water. It’s enough for my sex to be exposed to the cool air, and he gives it a small pop. My back arches, and I gasp as the sensation tingles all the way up my spine.
“That’s a punishment?"
"Careful, kitten," Salvador warns, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek so that I don't say anything. His eyes sharpen on me like he knows I want to say something, but I’m holding back. Without warning, he pops my sex again, and I cry out in pleasure. “Say it.”
"If this is the punishment, I can see why I might have a sassy mouth.” My words are coming out breathy. “I mean, what’s next? Are you going to tie me to a chair and feed me ice cream?"
"To a chair?” Salvador asks, sounding almost hesitant.
"I would have suggested the bed, but it's difficult to eat while lying down."
His shoulders relax, and a small chuckle leaves him. "We'll discuss your punishments later. Right now I want to get my wife off and back in bed."
"You're the one holding us up," I point out and give him a saucy grin.
Damn, I picked a good husband. I love how relaxed and playful I can be with him. Clearly my body knows him, but it could also be the meds.
“My apologies." He doesn’t appear the least bit sorry as he traps my clit between his fingers and rolls it back and forth. "Are you ready to cum for me, kitten?”
The feel of his touch and his filthy words make me moan, and I rock my hips against him. The pressure on my clit as he circles it makes my need climb higher.
"Yes,” I gasp as Salvador leans forward and catches one of my nipples with his mouth. Then my cries of pleasure fill the bathroom as instinct takes over.
When he grazes his teeth across my nipple, my mind goes blank as the only thing I can focus on is my climax. The orgasm wraps around me like a vise before exploding outward into a million pieces.
Salvador's mouth covers mine, muffling the sounds pouring from me. His tongue thrusts into my mouth, and it’s as dominating as the rest of him. I kiss him back as his fingers draw out the rest of my orgasm until I’m melting back into the bathtub and releasing my death grip on the sides of it.
My eyes are closed, and I let out a heavy sigh as a wave of exhaustion hits me. I’m so spent that I don't realize what’s happening until I'm being lifted out of the water.
"You’re going to get all wet,” I tell Salvador, and a laugh bubbles out of me.
"I don't care."
He puts me gently on my feet to dry me off before leading me over to the vanity, where I take a seat in front of the mirror. Salvador brushes my hair, mindful of the wound on the back of my head. He's better at remembering it than I am, but clearly I'm not remembering much of anything.
How in the world could I forget having an orgasm like that? If anything, it should have jolted all my memories back.
"You're smiling, kitten." He smiles too before pressing a soft kiss to my lips. "You're thinking about me.”
"I was thinking, how could I forget that kind of pleasure?" I let out a contented sigh, but I'm starting to feel drained. I don't want to go to sleep; I want to stay with him.
"Wait until I get my mouth between those thighs." He kisses my forehead before wrapping me in a robe and leading me back to bed. I love how he kisses me every chance he gets. "Let me get you something to wear."
I watch him disappear, and a few moments later he returns with only a shirt. "No panties?"
"You don't need them." Salvador motions for me to lift my arms, then slips it over my head. "Normally we sleep naked, but you're still shy, so a shirt will suffice.”
As soon as it’s on, I can tell it’s one of his. I lift the front to smell it, but there’s only the scent of flowery detergent.
“What are you doing?” he asks, watching me curiously.
"Seeing if it smells like you."
