Page 26 of Strawberry Cake
“You’re doing so well,” she whispered against his ear, her tongue flicking against his neck. He shivered despite their hot, humid surrounding. “You look gorgeous,” she praised, the resulting whimper spurring her on.
Once Decan was buried to the hilt, his tight grip on her hips held her in place. His breathing was heavy, his jaw set and face determined. “You feel too good.”
“It’s okay,” she whispered in his ear, swirling her hips as much as she could. “You can come.”
“You’re not even close,” he strained between clenched teeth.
“I enjoy watching you come,” she purred, peppering his neck with soft kisses. “I love seeing you lose control. You weresomesmerising last night.” She grabbed his waist in return and ground harder, nails scraping over his soft skin.
“Fuck,” he let out in a long breath.
“Just like that,” she praised, finding that sweet spot in the crook of his neck. “Relax and give in.” She sucked the tender skin between her teeth, and that was it.
Decan’s body trembled, his hands slipping down to grip her ass. He was so precious like this: completely and utterly in her control. Hope had never felt that with a man, but shelovedit. It was something she could get used to. She rolled her hips slowly, making sure she was thoroughly adjusted. Decan’s groans filled the air once she’d found a rhythm. The sound was like music to her ears, and it wasn’t long before she felt him shiver and his muscles tightened. She gave him two more hard thrusts, grinding down and swivelling her hips in a way that drove him wild.
It worked, and his cock pulsed inside her. Hope sighed, enjoying the feeling of his cum spilling deep into her.
“You did so well for me, Decan,” she praised, using her tongue to soothe the angry purple mark she’d left on his neck.
“Damn, little thief,” he said, pulling her into a kiss. “Can I spoil you now?”
“And just how would you do that?”
Decan’s hands drifted over her spine and up to her shoulders. “You still seem tense, and you haven’t washed your hair yet.”
“Are you offering a massage?”
“Only if you’re willing to sit on the floor at my feet. I promise the tile is heated.”
With a kiss to his cheek, she slipped off his lap and sat on the floor between his legs, relishing the feeling of his cum trickling down her thighs. “I never thought of having a heated floor in the shower.”
“It came up in one of my support groups when I told them I was renovating the bathroom. Apparently, it’s more comfortable if you slip and have to wait for someone to find you.” Decan chuckled, which made it easier for her to laugh at it.
“The poor guy who had to figure that out the hard way…”
“My mom didn’t think that was funny either. Ever since she’s worried herself sick. My dad made sure to order the most slip-resistant tiles he could find.”
“So, your parents helped you renovate everything?”
“Yeah. My mood was all over the place those days and there were times I couldn’t even get out of bed, so they often took over for me. Marco, of course, always dragged my so-called ‘lazy ass’ out, but I often was just an empty shell.”
“Do you still have those days?”
“Barely. And if I do, they aren’t as bad as they used to be. They’re more of the ‘I don't wanna text or talk to anyone’ kind of days.”
“How long should I leave it before I start worrying? Two days?”
Decan paused, turning off the rain shower and massaging shampoo into her hair. “Yeah, that sounds good.”
“I’ll keep that in mind.”
“When should I start worrying about you?”
Hope tipped her head back to look at him. “I’m one of those people that will read your text, think of a reply, and then forget to press send.”
“And days later you wonder why you never got a response, huh?”
“Yes, and then it’s all on me and you get an apology text that I hopefully remember to send.”