sodden core, and just when I thought things were gonna taper off, they started again, just bathing me in pleasure, over and over and over, until Jai slammed his final stroke.
I felt the stretch, the ripple of his knot against my tender flesh as it struggled to get inside, my hand snaking down to massage it to his yelps of joy.
“Oh fuck…oh fuck…” His words came in high pitched breaths as his cum jetted into me for what felt an age, the aftershocks I felt after each spurt feeling like mini orgasms of their own, before he finally collapsed down on the bed, dragging me into his arms.
“Fuck, Shan…” was all he could say as he stroked my hair back from my forehead, before we both fell asleep.
Chapter 28
So epic sex is cool and everything, but have you ever experienced the wet spot afterwards?
“Oh god…” I groaned, trying to move, but I was pinned to the bed by Jai’s dead weight, the sheets sticking clammily to my skin. “Jai? Jai?”
He snorted when I gave him a shove, but his eyes were lazy, as was his smile.
“Hey, baby… Ready for round two?”
“No, no… Jai, don’t—” His head dropped down, sucking the tip of my breast until my thighs started to rub together, reminding me of the trouble I was currently in.
I was cold, sticky, and feeling like the floor of a porn cinema. Jai could love the copious flow of fluids all he freaking liked, I felt gross, and I told him so.
“Easily fixed,” he said, scooping me up and whisking me into the bathroom. He set the water temperature, leaving me under the spray as he evidently stripped the bed, returning with a cluster of soiled bed sheets he shoved into a chute and pulling out a new set.
I watched him move to the doorway of the bathroom, ready to make the bed with hungry eyes. If I thought my previous mooning over Jai was going to prepare me for being his mate, I was wrong. The fire lit within me hadn’t gone out, it was just simmering, and as I watched his naked form move, it very much wanted it moving towards me.
But I didn’t say anything. That was me with Jai. Part of me still felt it wasn't safe to reach for him, ask him to drop the bedding and wash me clean before getting me dirty again. I just stared and felt the ache grow, until he stopped mid-step. He turned to me, frowning for a moment before placing the sheets on the bathroom bench. Like a dream, he seemed to just know, stepping under the water and pulling me close.
“You needed me.”
“I dunno if need is—”
“You wanted me, wanted me to come into the shower with you. You didn’t want me to go outside the bathroom.”
I shook my head, which was about all I could muster. A wet hand went to my cheek, tipping my chin up, a thumb stroking across my cheekbone. It was easy to see why. I couldn’t look away from him at this angle, instead forced to stare into those familiar yet alien eyes.
“Shan…”
“This is all new,” I said, pulling away. “I’m not used to…”
“Not used to what?”
“Reaching for you. Taking your hand like I have a right to. Asking for you to shower with me. Moving in to…”
“Pretty much any requests other than Dutch oven-ing me would get a yes, Shan.”
“Like you boys used to do at Jazmine’s sleepovers?”
He grinned. “Had to start you getting used to my scent, didn’t I?”
“It made me actually gag.” I punched him in the arm. “I’ve never been able to eat eggs since. And for that, you can wash your own stink.”
I handed him the soap, and he took it, lathering his hands up.
“Off you? Don’t mind if I do.”
There was an animal pleasure to be gotten from having the man you loved wash your back. The water was hot and plentiful, and his hands slid over my skin effortless with the aid of the soap. My head fell forward, my hair a waterfall as he worked, thumbs digging into muscles, palms stroking. It both helped me relax and did anything but. I turned around, my hair dripping in my eyes, and he smiled, warm and soft. He knew, and when I glanced down, I saw he felt it too.
“Is this what it's gonna be like?” I asked, smoothing my hand down his length.
“It’s what it's always been like for me, babe. Part of me