Page 146 of Lost & Found

“Give me that,” I demanded, stealing the washcloth from him.

I poured a considerable amount of my body wash on it and lathered it up. I slowly ran it across his chest, washing him.

“I want you to smell like me, even when you’re clean,” I whispered as I washed him thoroughly. My hand swiped lower, down his abdomen toward his V-line.

His cock was hard and ready to go again. It jutted out from the middle of him, and I was struck by the size of it. My eyes grew wide as I took it in. How the hell did that fit inside me? It was so long and thick. I knew it would be, but in this light, my pussy clenched in fear.

A little late for that, now isn’t it?

I gulped as my hand shook as I guided it lower. Using the soapy washcloth, I gently squeezed my hand around him.

“Fuck,” he hissed.

Flinching, I pulled away. “Did I do it wrong?”

“No, princess. You’re perfect. Do it again,” he demanded.

I moved my hand once more, gripping him, then worked my hand up and down the full length of him. I nudged his thigh with my pinkie and then swiped between his legs, cupping his balls. I kneaded them as I washed him. His hand shot out, and the feel of his fingers trailed across my cheek. Back and forth, he grazed my bottom lip with his thumb.

“I’m not going to last long if you keep that up.” His eyes danced with fire, and his breathing increased as I squeezed harder.

“Very well, I’ll stop then,” I offered, reaching for the shower-head to rinse him.

Deep brown eyes followed my every move as I rinsed from his chest down and between his legs, saving his cock for last. Once I knew the soap was gone, I adjusted the stream, angling it across his erection, and rinsed him off. He groaned so loudly that it made me chuckle.

“Kinsley said the most sensitive area of a man,” I breathed, bringing the spray across the underside of the tip of him. “Is right here.” He rose on his toes, threw his head back, and hissed my name.

I crawled it up and down the underside, bringing it up and around the top, concentrating on the head. I repeated the movement several times, watching his face, loving the varied emotions crossing it.

“Jesus, that feels…” he groaned as I made circles around his cock and balls.

He bit his lip and cried out as I switched to a stronger stream, amplifying the feeling. His hips squirmed and he panted.

“Fuck, Bella. As much as I want to come while you’re doing that, I’m going to need you to stop.”

His hand gripped the shower head and pulled it away.

“But why?” I pouted, wanting to get him off like he had me.

Clearly, he was enjoying it. His thumb once more grazed my lower lip, and then he pushed it past my lips into my mouth. I ran my tongue over it and sucked slowly. His eyes immediately moved to watch the motion.

“Because I want your hands on me. Again.”

I reached for him, stroking slowly. My bare hand caressed the heated flesh, and I marveled at the feel of the ridges of his dick. I sucked harder and then popped my mouth off.

“Would you teach me how to suck you?”

My unethical education as a child had given me plenty of visuals, but another area where I was excused from participating kept me in the dark on the actual practice of it. Sonny wanted to teach me himself, so I only had to watch. I pushed those memories away. They had no place here in this moment with Pasha.

“I will, but not tonight. I’m going to finish washing your body and then, when this is all nice and clean,” he paused, his hand moved between my legs. “I’m going to fucking feast on you.”

With the thrill of his promises, I let him wash me from head to toe. As soon as I was thoroughly rinsed, he traced the swirls of my ear with his tongue and sucked the lobe tenderly into his mouth. My hands grasped his rigid cock once more. I loved the way it felt, but he disengaged my hands.

“It’s not my turn,” he whispered before turning his attention to my breasts.

He took his time kissing his way down my body, so by the time he knelt on the shower floor, I was shaking. This was going down. His phone, my phone, they were nowhere to be seen or heard.

“Princess, look at me,” he called. Once he had my attention, he spoke the words I needed to hear but didn’t know quite how to express it. “You’re shaking, talk to me. Do you want me to stop?”