Page 18 of Death C*mes Inside Her
On the shelf, there’s a row of bottles. They feel foreign to my eyes as I brush my hand down her cheek.
“Which one?” I ask, turning her hazy gaze upward.
Her swollen, pink lips turn up at the corners, and that heat in my chest thumps back to life.
She’s smiling. For me.
“That one.” She nods as I point to a curved bottle filled with pink liquid. “It’s bubblegum scented.”
“Bubblegum.” The word tangles on my tongue, and her smile turns to a laugh that drives all the darkness from my world before her light.
“That sounds funny when you say it.”
“You will laugh like that whenever I command,” I order, cracking open the middle of the bottle and dumping the contents into the steaming water.
“It doesn’t work like that,” she says, laughing harder as bubbles rise and pop over the surface of the water.
“What doesn’t?” Anger swells in my chest. “I want you to laugh when I tell you to laugh.”
She sighs. “Laughing is like…” She twists her lips in thought, then raises a finger. “Like an orgasm. You can’t force it. When it happens, it happens.”
I scoff. “You will have orgasms when I tell you to as well.”
She shrugs. “If you say so, but you have to be sure you do funny things to make me laugh and other things to make me orgasm. I hope you don’t mix them up. Or maybe that would be fun.”
When the tub is ready, I step in first. The iron feet shudder under my weight as I extend my hand.
“Come.”
Her little fingers weave into mine. With careful steps, she’s over the edge of the tub, then a soft wince when the water hits that battered and torn part of her soft body.
“I’m sorry. That will not hurt like that every time.”
Her hiss dies as soon as the warmth envelops her. The bubbles rise around us until they spill over the edge of the tub. She settles back to my chest with a long exhale, like the end of a bad dream.
I soak a cloth and begin soothing her. Down her arms. Across her ribs. A slow pass over her stomach, then the inside of her thigh. Small, patient motions.
The desire to take her again rips through my center, but there’s a control that pushes it back down even as my cock thickens, raging up the center of her back with the slick soap.
“How do you feel, little witch?” My palm rests low on her belly.
“Perfect.” Her head tips back to my shoulder, eyes shut, lips curving.
I rinse the cloth and wring it out, water pattering back into the bath. She watches my hands, dreamy and intent.
“You like it here?” I ask, thumb tracing heat into her hip, wondering again how I’m going to explain the only way for us to be together.
Her lashes lift. “I like anywhere you are. And that beast I feel pulsing up my back.” She releases one of those happy sounds,and all I can think is that she is a miracle. Something I did not believe in until now.
My grip tightens as she turns and presses a kiss to my chest. My pulse kicks under her mouth. Her fingers drift lower.
“Easy,” I warn, catching her hand.
“I’m not teasing.” She looks up, steady as a vow. “I want to… You know. Like you did for me.” She touches a single finger to her lips. “With my mouth.”
Could she get any better?
The tip of my cock stands inches above the surface of the water. The first warm brush of her mouth punches a sound out of me. She glances up, startled by the power she’s holding, and I have to breathe through the surge that wants to take over.
