“That was…” Her blue eyes blink up at me, and a tear slips down her cheek. “Sorry, I’m not sad.”
“You don’t have to be sorry.” I wipe the tear away, licking it from the pad of my thumb because I need to know what every part of her tastes like.
Her pain.
Her pleasure.
Luna Cassidy.
“That was intense.” She lets out a sigh. “You’re larger than I expected.”
“I’ll take that as a compliment.”
She smiles. “It was.”
“You take me so well.” I brush the side of her cheek. “You’re perfect.”
Her pussy clamps my cock with the compliment, and blood starts rushing downward again. I love that my words draw that reaction out of her, but if I don’t pull out, I’ll start fucking her, and she’s probably already too sore for that.
Flipping off her, I land with my back on the bed beside her, staring up at the ceiling.
She’s quiet for a moment, and I wonder what she’s thinking. The longer she goes without saying anything, I get this sinking feeling that what we did is wrong, even if I can’t find it in myself to regret it.
“Should I go now?” she says finally, looking over at me.
I roll onto my side, facing her. “Why would you go?”
Her gaze moves to the door. “To give you space. Or to shower.”
“You want to shower?”
She shrugs. “I know how the guys are—”
“I swear, Luna, if you’re about to compare this to how those assholes are with patch bunnies, I don’t want to hear it.”
Her lips purse, and I can see her trying to bury a smile. “Why?”
“You know why.” I hop off the bed, grabbing her legs and pulling her down it.
Lifting her up, I toss her over my shoulder and smack her on the ass.
“Ghost!” she shrieks, and it’s adorable.
“You want a shower; you can have one in my bathroom.” I carry her into the bathroom and set her back on her feet to turn on the water. “But I’m joining you.”
When the water warms, we step into the shower. The stall doors are foggy, and Luna steps under the water first. It runs rivers over her body, dripping from the peaks of her nipples.
“You’re staring.” She smiles up at me.
“I am.” I grab her by the waist and pull her in for a kiss because I can’t help needing to taste her. “I might have to install cameras in my room just so I can stare at you from every angle while I fuck you next time.”
I probably shouldn’t have said that out loud. It’s a bit twisted. But when her eyes light as she smiles up at me, I love that she’s excited by the prospect of it.
“Only if you let me watch it with you.”
“Deal.” I kiss her on her forehead, and we rotate so I can stand in the water.
She grabs the bar of soap and starts washing her body, but it doesn’t take me long before I’m stealing it and taking over.