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Her breathing gets louder, and her hips move from side to side as I tease her. “Oh god. Gulliver, oh my god,” she pants breathily.
I double my efforts, fucking her with my tongue as I rub her clit until her hips are jerking, and she comes with a cry, shouting my name as she explodes around my tongue. Shuddering aftershocks ricochet through her as I lick her through her orgasm until she finally stills, her head falling down between her arms, wet hair hanging over her face.
Pushing to my feet, I run my hand over her hip, loving the small moan she makes and the slight tremor that follows my touch. “You alive?” I ask quietly.
“Not sure,” she rasps, her voice rough as she lifts her head, turning to look at me before she slowly straightens. Chest heaving, she rests her back against the shower wall and watches as I get clean.
My dick is rock-hard again, but I ignore it as I slide my hand behind her back and pull her to me. As soon as she’s close enough, I dip my chin and press my lips to hers. “Have I orgasmed you into silence?”
She nods, still not speaking, and I laugh, pushing her wet hair out of her face.
“Come on, Little Ghost, use the restroom while I get you some Tylenol.”
“Why?” she asks quietly.
“You need to pee so you don’t get a UTI, and you need Tylenol because I took your virginity and fucked you hard until you came all over my cock. You’re going to be sore.”
Taking her hand, I lead her out of the shower and wrap her in a towel. When she lifts her arms, I gently push them down. Carefully, I dry her skin, then use the towel to squeeze the water from the bottom of her hair. Once I’m done, I pinch her chin between my finger and thumb and lift her lips to mine, kissing her once, twice, three times, before I reluctantly release her and step back. “I’ll give you some privacy and grab that pain reliever.”
Digging out a bottle of Tylenol from my overnight bag at the back of my closet, I pull a bottle of water from the small refrigerator the designer had built into the bottom of my bedside cabinet, then turn and watch the bathroom door, waiting for her to be done.
When the door finally opens, Izzy steps into the bedroom, clutching the towel she’s wrapped around her to her chest, her eyes darting from me to the bedroom door and back again, like she’s trying to gauge if she can leave without me stopping her.
“Come here,” I call, crooking my finger and walking toward her at the same time.
“I should…” She points to the door.
“Come here, Little Ghost,” I say, reaching out and taking her hand the moment I’m close enough. Pulling her toward the bed, I freeze when I spot the dark bloodstain on the sheets. What the fuck do I do in this situation? It would be fucked up to call Beth to have her change our virgin-bloodstained sheets while we stand and wait, right? “Let’s sleep in your room,” I suggest.
“Together?” she asks, her eyes wide.
Arching my brow, I look down at her. “You don’t want to sleep together?”
“Er, I didn’t…I wasn’t…it’s a little weird though, right?”
“My fingers, my tongue, and my dick have all been inside you tonight. No, I don’t think us sleeping together in the same bed is fucking weird,” I hiss, taking her hand and unceremoniously dragging her from my room and across the hallway into hers. Slamming the door behind her, I rip the towel from her body and throw it toward the corner, then I point to the bed, my jaw tight. “Get in.”
“Gulliver.”
“Get in the fucking bed, Izzy.”
“No,” she snaps, her hands landing on her hips, her pose indignant despite the fact that she’s completely naked.
“Izzy, you’re really fucking trying my patience. I’m doing my best not to behave like a complete Neanderthal, but for some reason, you’re deliberately making that difficult. So just get into bed so we can go to sleep and I can stop feeling like the fucking devil.”
Her expression softens a little, and I relax, grabbing the edge of the comforter and holding it up for her to climb in. “You’re overthinking this, Gulliver. It’s just a little sex; we don’t need to make this more than it is,” she sighs.
Dropping the comforter, I scoop her off the floor and throw her onto the bed. Ignoring her startled shriek, I climb in after her, clamping an arm over her waist and curling myself around her.
“Just fucking stop,” I snap, reaching for the comforter and pulling it over us while she wiggles and tries to free herself from my hold.
“This is ridiculous,” she moans.
“Izzy, I swear to fucking god, if you don’t shut up and go to sleep, I’m going to stop worrying about how sore you are and fuck you again. I don’t know if you’re trying to be cute or if you really are just oblivious, but my dick is rock-hard and ready for round two. He doesn’t care that I’ve already been too rough with you, and if you keep grinding your sexy butt all over my cock, I’m not going to be able to stop myself from rolling you onto your stomach and fucking you until you’re coming all over my cock.”
When she stays quiet, I let out a ragged breath and try to relax, but there’s so much blood pumping to my dick I swear I actually feel light-headed even though I’m lying down.
“Gulliver,” she whispers.
