Page 63 of Our Broken Pieces
“Shit, Gigi, that’s obscene.”
She comes back up to her knees and licks my dick from base to tip. “I didn’t want to waste anything.” She kisses the tip. “Was that good?” Her eyes are tentative, cautious. Holy fuck, this woman could be my undoing.
“Fucking hell, princess, it was absolutely perfect.”
She smiles with a look of satisfaction, and if I’m not careful, I’ll get hard again. So, I lean down, pick her up, and carry her into the bathroom. I set her on her feet, turn on the shower, then stand behind her to lower the zipper on her sundress.
“No bra today?” I tease.
“You hate underwear, I hate bras.” She shrugs.
I kiss the freckles on her shoulder, then take my clothes off. I let her step into the shower first, following behind her. I wet my hand, running my fingers across her cheeks to rinse away her mascara, then grab her body wash from the shelf and begin to wash her, running my hands over her smooth skin. She watches me, her eyes soft and curious.
“You don’t have to do that, prince.”
“Yes, I do.”
“Why?”
“Let’s just say I need to make sure you’re taken care of after what we just did.”
“But I’m okay. More than okay.” She sighs. “I’m not sure I have words for how good that was. Top-notch.”
“G.”
“What?”
“Shut up and let me do this.”
She looks back at me and smiles. “Okay.”
“This fake marriage will go a lot more smoothly if you don’t question me.”
She twists to slap my chest. “Using my words, huh? Touche.”
I smile and finish washing her skin. We’re both quiet and it feels like things changed a little bit between us. She seems comfortable. I feel good taking care of her. Touching her feels natural. When I dragged her to our room, I only wanted her to realize that fighting with my father will get her nowhere. But when her anger was still there, and I remembered how her skin felt under my hand when I was trying to get her to stop arguing, I let go of my control. I’m not sure I’m even mad about that right now.
As I run the soap over her wet skin, I revel in how she feels under my hands. It’s my first chance to explore her body. Her curves are perfect, her breasts are full, and she’s not too thin, but not too muscular. It’s like she was crafted just for me. Once I’m done, she rinses off and washes her face, then grabs my soap.
“My turn.”
She wears a small smile as she lathers my skin, running her hands down my abs, tracing her fingers along my shoulders. She’s exploring just like I was. Her hands run down my arms and I catch her wrist, bringing her bracelet to my lips. We switch places and I rinse off the soap before turning the water off. I step out, grabbing a towel, and when she meets me on the rug, I dry her off. Starting at her feet, working my way up.
When I’m done, she does the same for me. It’s an odd feeling being taken care of like this. Usually, I’m the one serving my partner at this point, but it’s nice to have the same done for me.
“Do you think they still need help out there?” she asks as she dries my arms.
“Probably not. But I bet they’re all suffering in the living room together if my dad is still up.”
“Ugh, don’t bring that man up when I’m riding my post orgasm high.”
She laughs, but I stop her. “Hey, are you okay with what happened just now? I feel like we were a little out of control.”
She places her hand on my chest. “Prince, if I didn’t want what we just did to happen, it wouldn’t have happened.” She looks into my eyes. “We’re in this together for however long it takes, so why not have some benefits?”
“Benefits?”
“I think we’re both very secure in our sexuality, Marcus, and I think we could have fun. We agreed that we’re not allowed to date anyone else while we’re in this situation, so why not be there for each other? I’d be more than happy to add physical benefits to our arrangement.”
