I helped steady her, the hot water ran across our bare bodies. She got on her knees in front of me, and holy fuck was she beautiful looking up at me with those big green eyes of hers. I slid my hand to her chin, gently grazing my thumb across her lip.
“You remember your safe word?”
She nodded.
“What is it?”
“Strawberry.”
“Now open that pretty little mouth of yours and show me what a good girl you are. Suck my cock… make me feel good and I’ll do the same for you, babygirl.”
Rosalie leaned forward, tentatively placing her lips around my cock. Ever so slowly, she bobbed her head down.
“Ah, ah. Eyes on me,” I said the moment she dared to try to close them. “There we go… you’re doing so good,” I moaned, tipping my head back for a moment. I looked back down at her. I placed my hand behind her head, gently guiding her. I had no intention of hurting her, I wanted her to enjoy it—I know I was.
Fuck, she feels so good.
Low groans and pleasurable moans left my lips. “That’s it, baby… keep going.” I knew she loved praise. Fuck, I loved praising her. “I’m gonna… come,” I muttered, looking down at her. “Swallow my cum, baby…” I lifted my left hand to grab the wall of the shower for support. Blowing my load into her, I watched her try to swallow it all. She nearly gagged as she pulled away. My cum dripped from the corners of her lips, trying to catch her breath. I leaned down, helping her back up. “Fuck, I love you.” I carefully turned her around, pressing her against the cool tiles of the shower wall. My hand slid between her legs, feeling the wetness that dripped from her core. “Already wet for me, baby…” I purred. Tipping my head, I kissed and suckled her neck, prompting sweet pleasurable sounds to leave her lips.
“S-silas…” she moaned, “I want you.”
“How badly?” I growled, slipping two fingers into her slit. I slowly thrusted them all the way in, half way out, and all the way in over and over again.
She bucked her hips against me. “Please—please I want you so bad. Please Silas.”
I smiled, snaking my tongue up her neck. I pulled my fingers from between her legs, lining where my fingers were instead. Slowly, I pressed the tip in. I grabbed her by her hair, yankingher against me and forcing her back to arch. I forcefully thrusted into her.
She kept her hands against the shower wall, moaning as I fucked her senseless. I made her come twice before I flipped her over, pulling her into my arms. I wrapped her legs around my waist, thrusting deep within her until I bottomed out. We climaxed three times before I decided that was enough for now. By the time we were done, she was drunk on pleasure and addicted to my cock.
“You did so good, baby… I love you so much,” I whispered, helping her finish washing her hair, and making sure every inch and cranny of her was clean. I helped her stand as she wobbled a little. Aftercare was important—essential. I was a gentleman, and while I loved fucking my woman senseless, I loved making her feel good.
“Mmm… I love you,” she whispered back, leaning into me.
“My sweet girl, you did so good. So good baby.”
I helped her out of the shower. Wrapping her in a towel, I sat her down. I brushed her hair for her, helped her dry off, and even dressed her before I carried her to the couch,covering her with a blanket and surrounding her with a few pillows. I had to make sure she was comfortable, especially because I might’ve fucked her a little bit too hard. Now was a good time to check in with her.
“How are you feeling, love?”
She smiled, “Good.”
“I wasn't too rough?”
She shook her head no.
I planted a soft kiss on her temple before pulling away. “I’m going to make us some dinner… and some chocolate covered strawberries. Pick any movie you want and we’ll snuggle, okay? I’ll sleep down here with you.” I lifted her hand, kissing her knuckles.
Rosalie smiled at me. “Okay,” she replied tiredly, pulling her stuffed bear to her chest, she hugged it. Reaching for the remote, she started clicking through the channels as I made my way back up the stairs.
Fuck, I couldn’t get enough of her.
20
Rosalie
Ilifted my hand to rub at my tired eyes, opening them slowly. It was dark. I last remembered falling asleep on the couch with Silas but he must have carried me to bed.
He was so sweet… sometimes he seemed too good to be true. How did I get so lucky?
