“Is that feedback?” He sounds amused.
I chuckle. “You can take it as that.”
He presses a kiss to my neck. “I love you.”
I pull back and kiss him. “I love you, too.”
I shift up slowly. His length slips out of me, and a flood of cum follows. I scramble off the bed, even though my legs are shaking. The cum is not stopping. A thick trail is sliding down my thigh. I stare, wide-eyed.
“Have you emptied a century’s worth of stored-up stuff?” I ask without looking at him, my eyes fixed on the thick liquid pumping from me.
“Decades’ worth of stored-up stuff.”
My head snaps up. “You’ve never come before in your life?”
He shakes his head, sliding off the bed.
I come out of my shock. “Of course you haven’t. You’ve never masturbated or had sex.”
He lifts me into his arms. I lock mine around his neck.
“Am I getting aftercare now?” I ask, grinning.
He smiles. “It was listed as essential. For convincing a woman to come back.”
I laugh, the sound echoes off the bathroom tiles.
He lowers me into the tub, then turns on the warm water. The water begins to rise as he reaches for the showerhead, turns it on, and settles into the tub facing me. Then he starts cleaning me—between my legs, gentle and thorough.
He parts me with his fingers, stroking slowly through my folds. A sweet pulse of pleasure flickers inside me. I grip the edges of the tub.
“You don’t have to—” I gasp as his finger finds a spot that makes my mind blank. “—clean that thoroughly.”
He looks up, sets the showerhead aside, and lowers his mouth to my center.
“Salvario—” His name breaks on a moan as he suck my clit. “I can’t…”
I’ve already had three orgasms, and that’s a big deal for a virgin who’s never had any before in her life.
“No—” I moan, but he doesn’t stop.
My head falls back. My cries fill the bathroom. The water has risen. His face is submerged now. I try to pull him up, but he doesn’t move. If anything, he pulls me closer and sucks harder.
Fear that he’ll breathe in water collides with unbearable pleasure and explodes behind my eyes. I cry out as the orgasm blinds me.
Only then does he surface, dragging a hand over his face to clear the water.
“You’re a horrible man, Salvario De Falco.” I sigh.
“Can’t help it, princess.” He settles in beside me, voice low. “You unleash the monster.”
I nestle into him as he wraps an arm around me.
“You’ve always been a monster. Now you’re my monster.”
He catches my chin and tilts my face up to his.
“Your monster.” He seals the words with a kiss, though I can’t fully savor it as my body succumbs to sweet oblivion.
