Page 150 of Lost & Found

“No more,” she begged.

“The whole point of this shower was to clean you, and yet here you are still messy,” I teased. “I can’t leave you like this, now can I?” I unhooked the handheld shower from the wall and smirked. “Isabella,” I sang.

Her eyes slowly came into focus, and she stared at my hand, jerking as I rinsed her legs.

“Don’t you think about doing that!” she exclaimed.

I brought it closer to her center. “Shh, I’ll have you cleaned up in no time,” I whispered.

“I don’t think I can take anymore,” she moaned. Her hand flew to my wrist and tightened around it. “Please, sir,” she cried.

I dialed up the pressure and aimed the pulsing jets of water at her flushed, sensitive pussy, centering on her clit.

“Please, sir. I can’t take…” Her pleas dissolved into a whimper as she widened her legs for me like a good girl.

I enjoyed watching her this time too, as I pushed her over the edge again and the relentless stream of water washed away the evidence of our lovemaking. I stepped back in awe.

Lovemaking.

How many times had I thought what Hannah and I had done was lovemaking? I felt humbled and like I was learning something new for the first time. I realized I had no idea that intimacy could feel like this. What Isabella and I had done was so much deeper than I could have imagined possible with another human being.

Making love. Love.

The word swirled fast and furious inside me. Was this what it felt like? She collapsed against me, pulling me from my reverie. I reacted in time and caught her. My arms went around her, and I didn’t know if I wanted to laugh or cry. Ultimately, she helped me with that, too.

With a light slap against my wet chest, she murmured, “I used my manners, you know. See if I call you Sir again.”

I let loose, unable to contain the laughter and happiness coursing through me. She joined in, making the moment all the more intimate.

“I told you that you’d walk bow-legged tomorrow. I’m a man of my word. You can always count on my promises. Now let me get you out of here and into bed. You’ve earned it, pretty girl.”

I was dreaming and never wanted to wake up. An intense pleasure coursed through my body. There was the sensation of gentle kisses and sucking on my clit. It was lazy and slow, not rushed. I was vaguely aware of pain, too. No, more like a soreness, but the way it mingled with the pleasure was everything.

My eyes fluttered open, and I gasped. I wasn’t dreaming after all. Pasha’s face was between my legs, and he explored my pussy with his tongue and lips. My thighs tensed, and his eyes immediately stared into mine.

“What do you think you’re doing?” I asked.

All I got was a mumbled reply that sent my body humming as the vibration ran through me. No words, just him returning to what he was doing. I tried to scoot back, but he gripped my hips and I winced from the pain.

I relaxed back against the bed, surrendering to him. Every nasty thing we did last night came back to me, and the visuals coupled with his expert tongue had me right there. I fell apart under him in awe that nothing had ever felt as right as he did between my legs. I cried out his name.

A wave of emotions engulfed me in its intensity. I couldn’t contain the tears as they flowed down my cheeks. Before I could think, Pasha was there. His arms wrapped around me in a comforting embrace.

It was like nothing else in the world. The warmth of his touch seeped into my body, grounding me in the present moment. The soft, reassuring tone I loved so much whispered soothing words into the air.

Without trying, he calmed the storm raging inside me. A sense of peace unlike I’d ever felt before settled over me. It was as if his very presence had the power to chase away all the shadows lurking around the corner. He helped keep the doubt and fear at bay.

In that moment, enveloped in his arms, I knew that I’d do anything to be with him. I remembered a moment from the previous night where it seemed as if he may have felt the same. I wanted this man to be mine. I wanted him to be my anchor, like Marcel was for Tori, and the Kings were for Kinsley.

Was it so wrong to want him? The bigger question was, did he want that too, or was what happened last night just letting off steam?

“Did you wake me up with your face between my legs?”

A rich chuckle reached my ears, and he tried to push me back. I dug deep and somehow kept my face grounded to his chest so he didn’t see my embarrassment.

“Yes, I did. And hopefully you remember what I said about the next girl I commit to? Pretty sure you called her a lucky bitch.”

I gasped loudly as warmth rushed through my veins. He kissed my neck.