Page 52 of Tempting Kat
“You like that?” I ask, pinching one nipple just hard enough to make her gasp. “You like when I play with your tits?”
“Yes,” she admits, her voice barely audible over the sound of the shower.
I kneel between her legs, spreading them wider. “Look at this mess,” I say, running my fingers through the mixture of her juices and my cum that's still leaking from her. “Such a sloppy little pussy.”
I lean forward and run my tongue up her slit, tasting both of us mixed together. She jumps, her hand flying to my hair.
“What are you doing?” she asks, sounding genuinely shocked.
I look up at her, my tongue still pressed against her clit. “Cleaning you up,” I say against her flesh, the vibration making her shiver. “My cum, my responsibility.”
Before she can respond, I dive back in, licking and sucking at her swollen pussy. The taste of us together is fucking heady—salty, musky, primal. I lap at her entrance, pushing my tongue inside to gather more of our combined fluids.
“Oh god,” she moans, her thighs trembling on either side of my head. “That's so fucking dirty.”
I pull back just enough to look up at her. “You think this is dirty? Just wait until I have you sit on my face after I've filled this pussy three or four times.”
Her eyes widen, but I don't give her time to respond before I'm back at work, my tongue circling her clit.
“Conrad, I can't—not again.”
“Shhh, I’m just cleaning you up.”
I flick my tongue over her clit one last time, savoring the combined taste of us before pulling back. Her pussy is pink and swollen, glistening clean now that I've licked away every drop of my cum I left on the outside. Everything in her better fuckingstay in there. She's trembling, her thighs quivering around my head, her hands still tangled in my hair.
“All done,” I growl, standing up and pulling her to her feet. Her legs wobble, and I steady her with my hands on her waist.
“Tilt your head back,” as I take the hair ties out of her hair.
“I can wash my own fucking hair,” she mumbles, but she does as I say.
“I know you can,” I say, working the shampoo into her waves. “But right now, you're going to let me take care of you.”
My fingers massage her scalp, and I feel the tension drain from her body as she leans back against me. I take my time, making sure every strand is clean before rinsing it out. Then I condition it, my fingers working through the tangles, careful not to pull too hard.
“Why are you doing this?” she asks quietly, her voice almost lost under the sound of water.
“Because you're mine now,” I tell her simply, turning her to face me. “And I take care of what's mine.”
I soap up a washcloth and finish running it over her body, washing away the sweat and sex from her skin. She watches me with those big green eyes, looking confused and wary and something else I can't quite name.
“Arms up,” I command, and she raises them obediently. I wash under her arms, down her sides, over her stomach. When I reach between her legs again, I'm gentle, careful not to be too rough on her overstimulated pussy.
“You're being weirdly nice,” she says suspiciously.
I smirk at her. “Don't worry, I'll be back to fucking you senseless soon enough. But right now, you need to be taken care of.”
I finish washing her, then quickly clean myself before shutting off the water. I step out first, grabbing a plush toweland holding it open for her. She hesitates for a moment before stepping into it, allowing me to wrap it around her.
“I'm not a child,” she protests as I start drying her off.
“No, you're definitely not,” I agree, my eyes roaming over her naked body. “But you're tired, you're sore, and you're going to let me dry you off without arguing for once in your life. Then I'm going to feed you, and then we're going to bed because we're both exhausted.”
She looks like she wants to protest, but the mention of food has her shutting right back up.
Yeah, my girl likes to eat, and that’s so fucking sexy.
Chapter 16
