Page 90 of Undying
I lift my arms in response, and he whisks it over my head. I expect him to take his time and explore my body, but he’s very focused on his task. My jeans go next, leaving me standing in my underwear. Shaking his wet hair away from his face, he runs his fingers lightly along the strap of my bra, then looks at me in question.
“Would you prefer to remain covered?” he asks in a husky voice. Though his touch remains respectful, his eyes burn with so much lust that it robs me of breath.
It takes me a second to find my voice, and I shake my head. “Take it off.”
Gently turning me until my back is against his front, he runs his fingers along the strap, leaving gooseflesh in his wake. He easily unhooks my bra, then skims his hands down my arms, taking the straps with him as he goes.
He tosses it out the door, the skimpy material landing next to my shirt and pants. His hands settle on my ribs, then he drags them down my sides until his fingers hook into my underwear.
I’m startled when he kneels behind me, dragging the panties down my legs as he goes. His fingers trail along my ankle in a caress, and my whole body shivers at the light touch. He taps my ankle, and I dutifully lift one leg, then the other.
He tosses the last of my clothing aside. I expect him to stand and strip. Instead, he grabs the soap and spreads a liberal amount on the waiting loofah. The scent of lavender fills the space, and he begins soaping my feet and working his way up my body. The combination of the scratchy loofah and his firm hands has me both melting into his touch and eagerly waiting for more.
As he works his way up my legs, he concentrates solely on his task, so detail oriented that not a single inch of me goes untouched. When he gets to my ass, I press my forehead against the cool tiles and spread my legs, my body quivering to feel his touch more intimately.
When Milo ignores my silent invitation, I nearly whimper, biting my lip to keep in the sound. He works his hands up my back, massaging muscles I didn’t know I had, until I’m nothing but a puddle of lust and desire. He works shampoo into my hair, his fingers scratching gently at my scalp, and my eyes slide closed at the erotic sensation.
He works the conditioner in next, gently gathering the strands as he washes it out, and I’ve never been more relaxed and turned on in my life. When he gently spins me to face him, I allow him to position me how he wants.
Then he starts the process all over again on my front, soaping up the loofah once more and starting at my shoulders. My body clenches in anticipation as he works his way down my arms. My nipples are almost painful with anticipation when he focuses his attention on me once again, only to have the fucker drop to his knees and start at my feet, and I can’t hold back my groan.
I almost expect him to smirk, but he’s too focused on his mission to drive me abso-fucking-lutely insane. As he works his way past my ankles to my knees, then my thighs, I’m a mess. Just when I expect him to avoid my core again, he surprises me by slipping his soapy hands between my legs and cupping me boldly.
His fingers explore me slowly, but I’m already so on edge that each light brush of his fingers on my clit has me rocking against him. I close my eyes, unable to take seeing him kneeling before me, and I tip my head back on a long moan.
I’m taken by surprise when he reaches up with his other hand and begins playing with my nipples, plucking at the stiff peaks. When he abandons my pussy to play with my other breast, I almost sob.
I arch my hips toward him, desperate for any type of friction, and he pulls back. My eyes snap open with fury, and I sink my hands into his hair, preventing him from escaping. I yank his head back, then glare down at him. But before I can take him to task, he pushes his arms between my legs, his elbows hooking under my knees, then he lifts me clear off the ground. I don’t have time to do more than gasp before he pushes his way forward, wedging his shoulders between my legs, leaving me spread wide and vulnerable just inches from his face.
He leans forward and inhales deeply, then growls at my scent. My breath stalls in my chest, and I can feel myself growing even wetter at the thought of him tasting me so intimately. My fingers tighten in his hair almost reflexively, and I’m panting in anticipation.
Milo lifts his arms, the movement sending me sliding closer, until my legs are resting on his shoulders. Reaching over my hips, he boldly fondles my breasts, and the position securely locks me into place. He pinches my nipples hard enough that I arch back…and inadvertently thrust my pussy right in his face.
Growling at the sight, he leans forward and feasts, his mouth and tongue exploring every inch. Even locked against him, I squirm in a silent demand for more until he latches on to my clit and sucks hard. After already enduring twenty minutes of foreplay, it doesn’t take me long to come with a scream.
Even after my release, he continues to lap at my clit, his tongue slow and gentle as he eases me down from my high, and I shiver with each lick. When he lowers me to the ground, I slump against the wall, my legs unable to hold me. He pins me in place, then slowly rises to his feet, and I struggle to remember how to breathe.
Only when my eyes can focus again do I frown and notice that he’s still fully dressed and soaking wet. He rests his forehead against my shoulder, his chest heaving, and I slip my hands into his shaggy hair. I absently run my fingers up and down the back of his neck, loving the way he shudders and stretches under my touch.
After a minute of the heated water pouring over us, I gently nudge his head up. His wild green eyes slam into mine, and my core clenches at the savage hunger shining in them. Despite the way he devoured me moments ago, I’m desperate for more, the first orgasm like an appetizer. “For someone who’s never had sex, you’re very good at that.”
A light blush darkens his cheekbones, and he licks his lips, as if enjoying the last taste of me, and damn if my girly bits don’t tingle and throb at the memory of him making me come. He clears his throat, ducking his head slightly, looking anywhere but at me.
“I wasn’t lying, but I didn’t tell you everything.” He leans in closer, brushing his cheek against my shoulder, as if embarrassed. “I was nothing but a pet for the vampire who turned me. She had a taste for pretty boys. She would demand I pleasure her for hours at a time. Thankfully, they kept me so starved, my cock didn’t have enough blood to make it hard. Over time, I was able to control my erection.”
“Isn’t that painful?” I ask hesitantly, my eyes dropping to his crotch, where I can see a clear outline of his cock through the wet material. I curl my hands into fists to keep from reaching for him, refusing to touch him without permission.
A humorless chuckle escapes him, one that hurts my soul. “Better that pain than the alternative.”
Horror goes through me when I realize what we just did.
I’m no different from the woman who tormented him, and I flinch away from his too penetrating gaze. “Why did you kneel before me? I would never force you to do something like that.”
It actually hurts that he thinks I would.
He quickly cups my face, his eyes softening at whatever he sees. “I wanted to replace the bad memories with good ones.”
My insides melt at his confession, the tightness in my chest easing.
