“I thought guys preferred it when a woman teased,” Angel said. He was right though. Getting up on the tables, she hadn’t been thinking about who was going to watch her or how they were going to view her. She’d gotten up to dance.
“We like to be teased, but there’s also something about a woman who doesn’t give a f**k about anyone else. You closed the guys off, and it was like the only people who existed to you were you and Tate. There was no expectation from the guys, and your innocence added to the whole package.”
Lash tightened inside her. Arching her back she let out a moan as an answering pulse spread throughout.
“If you keep doing that, baby, I’m going to f**k you again.”
“What’s wrong with that? You’ve already taken me once,” she said, grabbing his hands when they made to retreat from her body.
“If we don’t stop and give you chance to rest you’re going to be sore.”
She squealed as he picked her up in his arms, sliding his c**k out of her body.
“I wouldn’t mind, Lash,” she said. He dumped her on the bathroom floor, and she watched him start to fill the bathtub. Folding her arms she let out a groan not wanting him to wash her or anything. If he cleaned her it would feel very medieval, and she wasn’t ready for that.
“I would mind. A little soaking and tenderness now means later I can f**k you until my heart’s content.”
She was too busy admiring his ass to hear him.
“What?”
He looked at her over his shoulder. “Make no mistake, Angel, I’ll be f**king you every chance I get, and I’m looking forward to every second of it. You’ll take me as well.”
“What do you mean?” she asked.
“It means that if I want you, you’ll take me. If that place is in the car, outside, the toilet, I don’t care, you’ll submit to me.” He helped her to her feet, his hands fisted her hair, and he bruised her lips with a punishing kiss. “You’re mine, Angel. My woman to f**k, take care of, and cherish.”
She noticed he didn’t use the word love. Angel tried not to be disappointed, but a small sharp sting pierced her heart at his lack of use of the word.
Angel responded to his kiss though the disappointment threatened to have her in tears. She pushed them aside along with all of her other thoughts. For once she’d be happy with the here and now rather than becoming depressed thinking about the future. If Lash wasn’t in her future then Fort Wills was not. She’d leave before she had to put up with him sleeping with all kinds of different women.
He broke the kiss once again. “You’re making me lose all my control. I just want to f**k you.” He growled then picked her up in his arms.
Lash lowered her into the warm water and moved her forward so he could sit behind her. The bath was filled with lavender scented bubbles. He pushed her hair over one shoulder then settled back, bringing her back against him.
“How does it feel?” he asked, whispering against her neck.
“Perfect. It feels really nice.” Her pu**y did feel a little tender, and she was pleased he’d stopped her from going again. “Have you taken many virgins?” she asked, teasing.
“No, you’re my first, and I won’t be doing it again.”
She recalled fighting him. When he’d pierced inside her flesh she hadn’t known what to do. The pain had been so immense she didn’t know how she was going to survive having him inside her.
“I’m sorry for fighting you,” she said.
“I’m not sorry.” He kissed her shoulder. “If I ever hurt you like that I want you to fight back. Never take the pain, Angel.”
His arm wrapped around her middle. She covered his hand and chuckled as he sneaked under the water to stroke her pu**y.
“I thought you were waiting until I felt better.”
“I’m giving you pleasure. I’m not f**king you again for at least a day, and after that, you’re mine.”
He kissed her head, stroking her pu**y at the same time. “Open your legs wider,” he said, instructing.
“How? There’s nowhere for me to go?”
“I don’t give a shit about water on the floor. I can clean it up. Lift your legs over the edge.”
Rolling her eyes, she did as he commanded and rested her legs over either side of the bath, opening her up. The warmth of the water made her gasp as it touched her exposed pu**y.
“That’s it, I can find you easily now.” His finger slid between her slit, down to her core. She cried out when his thick finger penetrated her.
“I thought you weren’t going to penetrate,” she said, gasping.
“I’m not penetrating you with my cock, but you can take my finger.” He pumped inside her adding a second finger. His thumb grazed her cl*t making her tighten on his digits. There was no stopping the need burning inside her. She needed him so much.
“Ride my fingers, baby. When you’re ready I’m going to f**k your pu**y so much you’re going to wonder how you stayed a virgin for so f**king long.” His breath whispered across her neck.
Moaning, Angel closed her eyes thrusting up to meet his fingers. It felt so good having him inside her. His two fingers were not as big as his cock, and she was thankful for that. Lash was right about not ha**ng s*x again. Her pu**y was tender, and she wouldn’t be able to handle another f**king.
What about Lash?
Opening her eyes she realised he was going without any touching.
Reaching behind her she gripped his fat c**k and started working the shaft.
“What are you doing?” he asked, nibbling her neck.
“We can’t have sex, but I can give you just as much pleasure as you’re giving me.” She met him stroke for stroke and worked her palm over his erection.
His caresses increased, and she rode the wave of her orgasm at the same time as bringing him to release.
Lash growled against her neck as they came together. Her head pounded, and she cried out.
They were both sweating and gasping for breath when they came down.
“We’re going to need to change the water,” he said, kissing her more.
“Why?”
“I’ve just come, baby, and unless you want to wash in cum we need to change the water.”
She laughed. “How about we shower and get back to bed?” she asked, wanting him back on the bed.
“Deal.”
****
On Sunday morning Lash woke up to Angel curled na**d around him. They’d spent all day Saturday exploring each other, sleeping and eating when they remembered. Angel was insatiable, and Lash truly believed he’d found his soul mate in life and in the bedroom.