Page 55 of Blazing Desires
Ilay there with my face tucked into her neck, breathing her in.
My arms are braced on either side of her body to keep my weight off her. Her delicate fingers comb through my hair in soothing patterns. It would be so easy to close my eyes and sleep. I haven’t been this relaxed in years. What we experienced is like nothing I could have imagined, and even thinking about what we did has my cock stirring again. I never want to move from this spot, still buried deep inside her.
“Thank you, Blaze.”
I hum, unsure why she’s thanking me again when she’s the one who gave me the best gift I’ve ever had. Unwrapping her curvy body from her clothes had been wonderfully torturous. The reveal of her soft pale skin, my hands roaming all over her—these are memories that are now forever engraved on my mind. She tugs my hair gently to guide my face to hers.
“I said thank you, Blaze. That was, incredible. I’ve never felt so…”
She struggles to find the right word, so I offer her some help while I study her gaze, “In control? Powerful? Fucking sexy? Turned on? Cherished?”
She gives me a sexy smile while I list everything off and it makes my heart stumble.
“Yes, all of those things. I should get cleaned up, though.”
She tries to push me off her gently, but I don’t budge. Instead, I roll us to the edge of the bed by our discarded clothes. I keep us connected, and she moans a little before giggling into my neck as she holds onto me.
“What are you doing?”
“I’m taking us to the shower, love.”
I tip her head back and kiss her before I reach down grabbing my joggers and t-shirt, my other hand keeping her pressed to me, so she moves with me without falling. I throw them over my shoulder and stand with both hands firmly gripping her ass as I walk us into the bathroom. This time, we both moan from the sensation of my dick filling her. Her perfect, tight pussy clenches around me, making me hard again.
“Mea Divina,” I curse.
She giggles again and it’s so fucking cute. I place our clothes on the counter and head into the large walk-in shower. Turning the dials, I angle her away so she isn’t sprayed with cold water. As soon as the shower is warm, I step underneath and let the heat pound into us.
This is incredible.
I ease my hardening cock out of her, making her whimper as I gently place her on the floor. There’s nothing I want more than to stay buried inside her but the urge to take care of her is stronger.
“Let me clean you up, my love.”
I place a kiss on her forehead and reach for the clean washcloth, wetting and lathering it with my shower gel. Davina takes a big inhale of the scent that has her smiling wide.
“Mmm, that smells incredible.”
I stroke the cloth over her skin, her arms and neck. I wash her chest, her firm and full breasts. The sight is nearly enough to distract me from the task at hand. I take my time washing every inch of her while she watches me. It shouldn’t be sexy, but I’m realising everything is with her. From walking to eating to fucking, I can’t stop the way she’s consuming in my mind.
I turn her around and move her long hair, now damp from the spray, over her shoulder as I wash her back, the perfect curve of her ass, the backs of her legs. My eyes have clocked every scar on her body, but I suppress the wrath and push the questions burning on my tongue away.
She’ll tell me when she’s ready.
I rinse the washcloth and pull her to me, her back to my chest as the spray washes the bubbles from her skin. She doesn’t try to stop me, allowing me to pull her into me. Davina tilts her head to the side, giving me full access to her neck. I don’t hesitate, I place kisses from the base of her throat to the dip below her ear, right where she likes it. She hums and the sound goes straight to my dick that’s wedged between the crease of her cheeks.
“Fuck baby, the things you do to me. You don’t even have to do anything and I’m already hard for you again.”
She doesn’t say anything, she doesn’t need to. She wraps her hands around her hair, gathering it on top of her head and twisting it into a bun to keep it out of the way. Taking the washcloth from my hand she adds body wash and rubs it to create a lather. She turns in my arms, her beautiful face angled to meet mine with the washcloth poised between us.
“May I?”
I say yes, a dopey smile on my face that never fails to bring my dimple out. The thought of her taking care of me makes me happy in a way I haven’t been since I was young. I’ve never let anyone do this for me, nor have I taken someone into the shower to care for them either.
Only for you, Mea Divina.
She tenderly drags the cloth over my arms and chest, the lather partially covering my tattoos as she travels down my body. She takes her time cleaning me all over and by the time she’s finished, my dick is heavy and throbbing. My balls are filled with cum that I need to bury deep inside her.
She rinses the bubbles off me and wrings out the washcloth, placing it on the side. When she looks at me, her eyes are heavy-lidded while she drinks my body in, her gaze lingering on my cock. With the lust swirling around us and building to a crescendo, I pounce.
