with my hand?” I paused. “Unless you’d prefer these wicked fingers.” I waved them in the air, teasing her. Taunting her libido. I knew my beauty better than anyone. I knew she couldn’t resist me.
She bit the inside of her cheek, holding back a laugh. “So we’re talking seduction?”
Now there was a word that comforted me. Seduction. It was a start. “I know you’re being a catty little bitch. But I will accept the challenge, and guarantee your enjoyment.” My mind was tortured enough the last few days. Last fucking thing I needed was her shutting me out.
“Ha. I asked you a question. Who threw the challenge gauntlet?” She paused. “Not me…” She turned, grabbing the shampoo.
My fingers found their way into her hair, massaging the shampoo into her scalp. She was right, but I remained persistent. I battled with wants and needs, and lost both. “You can’t deny how your body responds to me. Let me take care of you…like you take care of me, Beauty.” My hands moved to her shoulders and she rolled them, seeking my touch. I’ve tried sweet, and that wasn’t working. It was fucking torture being so close to her body. “Don’t ever hide your body from me. How long have I told you that you’re mine?” She might’ve thought to argue, but her body never lied. I spun her around to face me. My perverted dick poking her square in the cunt.
She took a gulping breath before she spoke. “This isn’t easy for me, you know.”
“It was last night.”
“That was different.” She paused and gave me the chance to take in her curvy body, appreciating her new figure.
My eyes centered on her rosy nipples. Shampoo bubbles slid down her face to her neck, and down to where my eyes were centered…her gorgeous tits. I wasn’t beyond begging. “How?” I asked, and it was perfectly logical. How was it okay to get me off in a hospital, but seeing her naked was practically a sin.
“You didn’t have to look at this. I was covered up…”
My eyes worshiped her. Fuck, I worshiped her, and it pained me to see just how insecure she was about her body. After everything we’ve been through, I needed to show her that she’s the only one that can quench my hunger. It didn’t have to be a sexual thing, either. Did I want to fuck her tits? Sure. Did I want to use her pussy? Yes. Did I want to own her ass? Definitely.
“I love your body, every curve, every dimple, the dip in your neck, the way your spine arches just above your ass… Woman, I could go on and on for fucking days just worshiping everything about you. Let me love you. Is that so hard?” I moved closer. “Touch me…kiss me…” I begged.
She moved forward the slightest bit, her lips parting…her sweet nipples pressed against my chest. It nearly broke me. The contact made me delirious. I had to harness the maniac in me from throwing her over my shoulder and keeping her in bed the rest of her natural life. Reel it the fuck in, I thought.
This kiss would be on her terms—or so she thought. Her breath came out in shallow little pants. She moved her lips closer to my own. I could feel her breath on my tongue. The urge to sink into her pussy made my balls constrict. Her hands went to both sides of my face, pulling me down closer—deeper into her mouth. It started out nice and gentle as she peppered kisses across my lips. However, when she opened up, I flicked my ring out and slid it across the front of her teeth until she gasped. The next of Beauty’s kisses weren’t about nice and gentle. It was about hunger and ownership.
Our shower ended with the cry of Bella. My cock still rock hard with no relief in sight. She nursed Bella in the rocking chair that was mine as a little boy. That sight brought altogether different feelings. Love and possessiveness. Both equally immeasurable.
I couldn’t blame Gia for bringing Bella’s cradle into our room. She was too young to sleep so far from us. Too small for a crib, and we both were obsessed with checking her breathing. Gia seemed better than I was. I was a fucking nervous wreck. I asked Beauty to remove the bumpers from the cradle so I could watch Bella. She told me no, and that they were there for her own protection,