Page 173 of Wicked Savage Cruel
Compress your breast between your fingers and thumb, moving them slightly towards your nipple without lifting them from your breast.
Dammit. It hurts. My breasts are like two giant swollen bruises. I drop my head back, clench my teeth, and squeeze my eyes closed as my hands work through the motions. After a few attempts, I get the hang of it. Thank God. Opening my eyes, I stare down at my chest and have the pleasure of watching milk shoot out in streams, but not two like you would think. It shoots out in four or five different directions out of each nipple. Why does motherhood come with so many... interesting moments like this?
Ten minutes pass and finally, the ache in my chest begins to subside. I force myself to stop, not wanting to empty my breasts completely despite the inclination to do exactly that. I need to dry up. Not tell my body to make more. Releasing a sigh, I’m about to reach for the shampoo to wash my hair when the curtain is tugged back and a very naked Emilio steps into the shower with me.
“What are you doing?” I hiss, hands flying up to cover myself, like he hasn’t seen me naked before, but old habits die hard and the lights are on. Like bright white lights on, which means there is not a single shadow in here doing me any favors right now. Though that means every inch of him is equally exposed and my eyes immediately lock onto his impressive dick. His impressive and growing harder by the second dick. I flick my gaze up to meet his in time to see his eyes darken. He takes a slow pursual of my body, his hands lifting to tug at my own. Reluctantly, I allow him this, knowing he doesn’t care about my stretch marks or soft stomach. Emilio has only ever made me feel beautiful.
“Fuck, it was worth it.”
I lift a brow. “What was?”
He steps closer to me, his hard body now pressed against mine. “Bribing Sofia to watch Luis so I could jump in here with you.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my mouth. “Oh really, bribing your baby sister now? What did she get out of you this time?” Sofia loves to watch her nephew, but she’s a smart cookie, that one. I’d swindle my brother too — if I had one. That’s what little sisters are for.
“Tacos from thetaqueriaon the other side of town.”
“Del Leon’s?”
He nods.
“I want some, too!”
Emilio chuckles, a deep husky sound that makes my toes curls. “Hmm, what will I get in return?” The fingers of one hand tangle in my hair as his lips hover over my own. His free hand cups my rear, pressing me tighter against his hard length, and I can smell the hint of sweet oranges and chili that always seem to linger on his tongue.
I pull back, but his grip doesn’t allow even the smallest fraction of space between us. “Wait a minute. You bribe her to get naked in the shower with me and now you’re trying to black mail me, the naked girl you wanted to be in the shower with in the first place?”
He smirks. “Devils make deals, momma.”
I lick my lips. Fuck it, I’ll give this man whatever he wants for tacos. Especially tacos from Del Leon’s. Trust me, if you had them, you would too.
He must sense my answer because before the words even leave my mouth, he’s spun me around and presses my front against the cold tile wall. I hiss. “God, that is cold.”
I can feel his smile against my bare shoulder as his lips trail over my wet skin. “Don’t worry, I’ll help warm you up.”
One hand wraps around to cup my breasts, the other slipping between my thighs. I groan and grind my ass against him. “How much time do we have?” I ask, my voice husky. I don’t even care that he’s squeezing my breast, making more milk come out. The shower does its part to wash it away. Why have we not done the whole show sex thing before?
“Enough.” His feet force my stance wider as he positions himself at my entrance. “Do you want my cock?” He asks, his teeth grazing the shell of my ear.
I shiver, dropping my head back against his shoulder as his hand finds my clit, and he works me over with small, quick, circles.
“Mariposa—” there’s a warning in his voice, but I ignore it, my body growing tighter and tighter as I strain toward my release. Between Luis and Emilio’s siblings, finding time alone has been next to impossible.
His other hand kneads my breast, his touch almost painful, but then he stops and makes a tsking sound in the back of his throat.
What? Why is he stopping?
I move to turn, but he holds me in place.
“I asked you a question,” his voice is guttural.
I wrack my brain for what he could have asked, but come up blank.
“Umm… yes?” I say, though it comes out like more of a question than a statement.
“You sound unsure?” Shit. Was that the wrong answer?
The water temperature dips and I know if I want hot shower sex, we better get this ball rolling. And trust me, I do. I really, really do.
