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My hands slid from her hair, down her back to cup her tight little ass. She ground against me harder, and I teased her from behind, drawing out her orgasm until she trembled in my grasp. Her back arched, and her head fell back as she cried out, pushing hard against me. Her ripe tits glistened with soap suds, her nipples tight, buds. I ached to be inside her, but watching hercome was better than any blockbuster, any opera. Better than anything. Leaning down to nip at those peachy nipples had her digging her nails into my shoulders.
Her legs shook as I guided her back onto my cock, gripping her hips as I sunk into her. She cried out my name as I filled every inch of her still throbbing pussy. The dam broke, releasing the wildness I’d barely kept contained.
“Bounce, little girl,” I said, fingers holding tight to her hips. “Ride me just the way you like.”
Her glazed eyes danced with mischief, and she found the strength to smile as she held on, rising and falling on my cock like a rodeo queen. Her hair fell forward, sending water droplets splashing on my face. She drained me of my control, gripping me with her entire body. And at the same time, as I felt her soft, wet skin under my fingertips, and tasted her plump lips as she grabbed my face for a searing kiss, I’d never felt so free.
“What do you do to me?” she sobbed, biting my shoulder. “Please, please, I need it again.”
“Anything you want,” I said, my need to claim her too strong to resist. “Come again so I can feel your tight little hole clamp down on my cock when I shoot my seed inside you.”
With a shudder, she cried out at my command, doing exactly as I urged. I barely brushed my fingertips against her clit, and she screamed, ramming down on me, draining every drop.
By the time we were somewhat calm, still breathing as hard as if we’d been being chased, there was more water on the floor than in the big tub. Jenna fell against my chest, laughing weakly as she let her hand flop over the side.
“What a mess.”
“I love making them with you,” I said. “Let’s make another one.”
She giggled as I picked her up and wrapped her in my bathrobe, big enough for two of her. I slung a towel around my waist and hurried to the living room to retrieve our forgotten desert. She followed me with a smile on her beautiful face, glowing from the hot water and the orgasms. I couldn’t wait to give her another, feel her wrapped around me again.
But for now—“We can’t let this go to waste,” I said, balancing the pie plates as I crawled into our bed. “It really is the best in the city.”
“In bed?” she asked, putting on a stern face that was already cracking under her grin. She hurried over, snuggling up under my arm and taking one of the plates from me.
We gobbled our slices down, each of us offering the other a forkful at the same time. “It’s the same flavor,” I said, not at all embarrassed by our silliness. I was not bothered that I was acting in a way I’d never acted before. Or feeling a way I’d never felt before.
She ate my offered bite and rolled her eyes back with exaggerated bliss. “It tastes better anyway, somehow.”
When the plates were only covered in a few flaky crumbs, I put them on the dresser and flopped back in bed with her.
“What a day,” she said, smothering a yawn. “Was it actually just one?”
With Jenna’s chin tucked against my chest and my arms around her, I yawned wide enough to crack my jaw, not bothering to try to hide it. I was completely at ease and ready to sleep like a log.
“It felt like a week rolled into one,” I agreed. “Get some rest so we can start again tomorrow.” I managed a grin that made a blush rise to her cheeks, and she snapped her eyes shut.
I fell asleep with a chuckle still rising in my throat, content and happy. Most of all I was hopeful that Jenna was starting to understand and accept my life.
Our life.
Chapter 22 - Jenna
I pretended to fall asleep so that Lev wouldn’t get any ideas that I wanted another round. I mean, I did want one. Way too much. How did he do that to me? With barely a touch, I had melted. And it was amazing while it was happening. Beyond amazing. But once I started to come back down to earth, the self-recrimination and the inner cursing began.
I somehow let myself get caught up and had broken my strict Lev diet in a big way. I completely forgot everything. Where was my plan for revenge when he was carrying me to the bathtub? If I was honest, it had slipped from my mind well before that. I was losing my resolve back at the bar when Lev had taken charge, assuring the people who were under his protection that he’d make everything right.
It wasn’t as if a dump like that was raking in the bucks for him and his family, right? He still cared about places like that because of his father’s love for them. Because of loyalty, and because he’d made a promise. That was almost as intoxicating as the way he looked at me when I was so excited to get in that steamy bubble bath that I tore off all my clothes in front of him.
Maybe I wanted that to happen. Breaking the fast was inevitable, after all. We were married, and I was only going to be able to put my ravenous husband off for so long with the excuse of studying for an important test. I didn’t have to be so eager, though. Had I actually begged him? Once we got started, it was impossible not to plead for more. He was just too irresistible. Add some kindness and caring to the mix, and of course, I would crumble to my cravings.
Did I want to be a mafia wife now? Was my head turned so easily, just by a little show of kindness? Was I ready to giveup my dreams of heading to Washington DC, after graduation, where I was planning to change the world? I’d been building up to fighting for what was right at the highest levels of government since that long-ago political rally my mother brought me to.
It had seemed like my mom had believed in something back then, which made it all the harder when Katie and I found out she might have not only known about our father’s dirty dealings but been involved with them. How could she act like she cared about what was right and good when she was helping my father scam people out of millions?
Hadn’t Lev just recently told me not everything was black and white? What if she’d somehow thought what she was doing wasn’t so bad? Was there a way I could reconcile being with Lev and still make my dreams happen?
It made me sick to think that my powerful husband could buy those dreams for me if I asked. He would jump at the chance to make me happy. It was one of the things I…
