Page 39 of Bowser (Dragon Riders MC 2)
And when he grabbed a washcloth, I leaned my head against his chest.
Bubbles swirled against my back as he washed me down. I nuzzled against him, listening to his beating heart as my ear pressed against the sound. He washed my sore ass cheeks. He turned me around and washed the front of my body. He paid great attention to my breasts as bubbles burst against my nipples, causing me to gasp because they were so damn sensitive. His lips peppered kisses along my shoulder. He washed between my thighs, teasing my clit with the warm cloth he had in his hand.
It all hurt so good. And for some reason, I still wasn’t full up on him yet.
“Bowser?”
“Hmmm?”
I turned to face him. “Can I wash you?”
He paused. “Do you want to?”
I took the washcloth from him. “Oh, yes.”
“Then, by all means, gorgeous.”
I ran the washcloth along the dip in his chest, following the rise and fall of his muscles. Bubbles dripped down his abs, following lines I wanted to trace with my own tongue. I ran the washcloth over his shoulders, watching the white soap contrast his tanned skin. It rumbled over his biceps. His triceps. It ran over the taper of his waist before I reached down for his cock, which was already at half-mast yet again. I giggled as I washed down his thighs. They jumped with every soft touch of my fingertips against his skin. And after I was done, I tossed the washcloth over my shoulder.
Before he gripped my hips.
“Ready for round two?” he asked.
I barked with laughter. “Pretty sure we’re on round four or five at this point.”
He hoisted me against the wall. “Semantics.”
I clung to him as he pinned me against the wet tiles, with water battering against both of our bodies. The steam surrounded us, cloaking us off from the room and giving us our own little moment. I captured his lips softly as his cock searched for my entrance. I rolled my hips, coaxing him inside me as both of us groaned together.
Then slowly, he worked my pussy open again.
“Oh, yes,” I sighed.
“So good to me,” he murmured.
I kissed his cheek. “Stay like that. Nice and slow.”
“Mmm, anything for you.”
Our lips found one another, and our tongues danced. My heart jumped in my chest, quickly giving way to this brute of a man in front of me. I locked my legs around him, my clit swelling for him. My body came alive and my soul took flight with every peck of his lips against my own. My head fell back against the wall. He kissed down my neck, sucking in patches of skin that I knew would be red and black by the time we were done. My pussy jumped. His cock pulsed. Our intertwined bodies raced toward the edge as his cock dove in and out of my depths.
“Oh, this won’t take long,” I gasped.
“You and me both,” he grunted.
Soon, the sounds of skin slapping skin filled the shower. I raked my nails down his back, feeling his muscles working for my pleasure. It stole my breath away. I couldn’t even call out his name as my body approached its end. His face fell into my cleavage, resting there as his hips pounded against mine. Dragging my orgasm kicking and screaming out of my body.
“It hurts—so good,” I choked out.
But all he could muster was a hoarse growl before we both fell over the edge.
“Oh, fuck,” I whimpered.
“Damn it. My balls. Oh, God. Hope, you’re perfect. You’re too damn perfect.”
I trembled against him. I collapsed, allowing the pain and the pleasure to wash over me. My eyes rolled back, and my heels dug into the small of his back, pulling him closer as he bit into the meat of my breasts. I gasped for air as my pussy pushed his cock out. Our intermingled juices dripped from between my legs as Bowser slowly slid down, planting his knees against the bottom of the tub.
While I straddled him. Clinging to any part of him he’d let me have.
“Holy fucking hell,” he said breathlessly.
I coughed. “I don’t think my body can handle anymore.”
He shifted himself so he was laying in the tub with me on top of him.
“Yeah. I’m done. My balls are good for the next century.”
I snickered. “You mean for the next day.”
He kissed the top of my head. “Probably.”
I giggled. “Can we just lay here for a while? Until the water runs cold?”
“We can lay here as long as you like, gorgeous.”
I love it when he calls me that.
I didn’t know how long we laid there or how long he held me. All I knew was that the second the water became lukewarm, he shifted. My sleepy eyes opened, and I slid off his body, but that didn’t stop him from helping me out of the tub.
