“I take care of you.” His tone is firm and soft, making something sit sweetly in the pit of my stomach. He finishes washing my leg, then moves on to the other. It feels good, and I want to lie back and relax. I should feel odd about letting a man I don’t even know wash me, but if he wanted to take advantage, he would have done it by now. Everything with him seems to be about keeping me safe. I don’t think anyone has ever worried about my safety. Not even my own mother.
I’d always spent more time worrying about hers. Even when I was as little as five, I was always trying to make sure she ate and cooked our meals. This is different. It’s nice, and I want to soak it up.
He starts to wash farther up my thigh, and my legs open a little for him. “You always just offer to pleasure women?” The question just pops out of my mouth, jealousy rearing its head again.
“No. I’ve never offered to pleasure a woman before,” he says simply. The cloth touches between my legs, his big hand making my thighs open wider for him.
I feel my breathing catch. I can barely look away from his hand between my legs, but when I look up, he’s looking at my face.
“I only offer for you.” His other hand grip the side of the tub as he leans in a little. “I will only ever do that for you.”
Then he’s leaning in more, and I can’t look away from the gold in his eyes. His mouth lands on mine, and the gold blends to something else as our lips connect.
His mouth is strong but soft as he pushes his tongue into my mouth. I can feel the hunger and desperation in this kiss. Like he’s been starving for me, and with one touch he’s lost all control and is going to take every bit of the kiss he can get.
The hand between my legs drops the cloth, and I feel his finger slide between the lips of my sex. I gasp when he slides across my clit. He pulls his mouth away, resting his forehead against mine.
“Like this?” He half growls as he does it again, making my hips buck. I want to wiggle closer, needing the pressure. He touches me with a teasing softness. I want something harder.
“Yes, please,” I beg, opening my legs even wider, giving him all the room he might need.
“Tell me.”
I open my eyes to see him staring at me, waiting for me to tell him what I want.
“Harder.”
His presses his finger a bit firmer.
“Right there.” I cry out my head falling back as he picks up speed. The orgasm hits me fast and hard, making my whole body jerk. Bleu keeps up his motions, and I have to jerk back away from his hand as the sensations are too much.
The sound of a growl fills the bathroom and makes my eyes fly open. Bleu’s breathing is heavy and his face is hard, almost like he’s angry.
“I want more.” He stands, taking me with him, making me squeal as he lifts me from the bath in one quick motion. In a few short steps I’m on my back on his bed, my legs hanging over the side. He drops to his knees between my thighs and pulls my legs open.
“I’ve never done this before, but I will learn fast. I made you cum already. I’m sure I can do it again.” He licks his lips, moving in closer to my *.
“What do you mean you’ve never done this before?” I stare down at him between my legs. I sure as heck have never done this either. I stayed as far away from men as possible. The men my mom had coming and going never gave me the urge to even date.
The most I’ve ever done was with Timmy, who stole a kiss in the third grade, and I kicked him in the shin because his breath smelled like the cafeteria’s macaroni and cheese.
His hand comes up between my legs, and he parts my lips like he’s studying me. His other hand opens my legs a little more before trailing down my parted lips. Then he starts to push inside me, and I hear a grunt.
“Bleu,” I moan, my head dropping back on the bed, not caring about my question anymore. I feel his hot breath on my exposed clit.
“I’ve never touched a woman before, but I’ll practice a lot and be perfect for my mate,” he growls before his mouth lands on my clit.
Chapter 6 Lola
His mouth lands on my *, and I almost come off the bed at the touch. I’ve never had someone put their mouth there before, and it’s magical and a little embarrassing. But most of all, it’s freaking wonderful and I never want it to end.
He’s sucking on me, and while it’s aggressive, it’s still gentle, and I moan at the feeling. His tongue is everywhere, and suddenly so are his hands. Running up my thighs, pushing them wider apart, and then a finger slips inside me and he hums against my sensitive skin.
“Jumping Jesus,” I squeak when I feel him push another inside me.
Suddenly, he takes his mouth away, and I make a sound that’s a cross between a moan and a whine.
“Did I do something wrong?”
I look down and his eyes look almost all black. I shake my head emphatically. “No, no, no, no. It was exactly right. Please don’t stop.”
“You are mine, Lola. You say my name.”
Before I can ask him what he means, his hot mouth and tongue are back on me again and my eyes are rolling to the back of my head. I start to yell out something unintelligible, and then I realize what he meant. I love that he wants his name to leave my lips, so I say his name as I reach down and run my fingers through his hair.