Bent, Not Broken(20)

“You’re so bossy. I don’t know if I like bossy.” She scrunched her nose.

“There’s a difference with me, baby.”

“Yeah? What is it?” she asked.

“You like me, so you like me being bossy.”

“That’s weird logic.”

“It’s my logic.”

His cell phone started to ring, interrupting their little moment together. He reached over her looking at the screen. “I’ve got to take this, honey.”

“Okay. I’m going to take a shower and then I’ll make us some breakfast.”

“Good.” Before she moved away, he cupped her cheek, claiming her lips. She gasped as his tongue thrust into her mouth. Opening up to him, she cupped his neck, holding onto him. The cell phone stopped ringing halfway through the kiss.

When it was over, she pressed her head against his. She didn’t want the kiss to end.

“Your phone stopped,” she said.

“I’ll call them back. We’re going to explore this a little more.” He laid a gentle kiss on her lips before getting up.

Releasing a sigh, she watched his naked ass disappear out of the room. “Great, he’s gone.”

Pushing the blankets off her body, she stood up, stretching out. She became aware of the small aches all over. The kind of aches that came from being thoroughly loved.

The mirror across the room caught her attention, and she stood naked staring at herself.

“You did it.”

It wasn’t exactly a hardship. She’d not done anything great or challenging. There had always been a connection between the two of them. From the moment they’d first met as kids, she’d been caught up in his world, loving him. For so long she’d loved him from afar, taking her time to get to know him. Touching the pulse at her neck, she released a groan remembering the way his lips touched her sweet spots. He knew what buttons to press to turn her on. Sliding her hand down her body, she caressed over her breasts. Her nipples were a little redder and swollen from his kisses.

“I belong to Joker.”

Smiling to herself, she held her head up high. There was nothing to be ashamed of. She’d loved Joker for so long, and now she was learning what it was like to be his woman. The thought of him finding anyone else scared her. He’d never pressured her and this morning, it was all on him.

She entered the bathroom, running the water for a shower. She held her hand up to the spray waiting for it to warm up. Once it was ready, she moved under the water, basking in the warmth. She picked up the soap and her sponge and began to lather her body. Her mind kept returning to Joker’s patience that morning. She’d been in charge, not Joker. Setting the pace of their lovemaking had made it a lot easier for her.

Washing the soap down her body, she gasped as she grazed over her nipples. They were hard, and she moved her hand down, hovering over her mound. She couldn’t touch herself.

Amy had never touched her body in that way, never wanting to go that far even with herself.

New you, new life, new chances.

Dropping the sponge she was using, she slowly lowered her palm over her mound, cupping her pussy. Slipping her fingers through her slit, she gasped at the instant pleasure that overcame her. This was hers. Joker had touched her, bringing her to orgasm. This time, she’d bring herself to orgasm.

Running her fingers across her clit, she gritted her teeth, struggling with her own inner battle of what was right and what was wrong. This wasn’t wrong.

Closing her eyes, she imagined Joker’s smiling, approving face. She wanted to be perfect for him, whole. Sliding her fingers down, she plunged them inside her pussy, groaning as she clenched around her digits. With her other hand, she pressed it against the tile wall. All the while, the water of the shower washed over her.

The sensation startled her in its intensity. Brushing her thumb across her clit, Amy couldn’t contain her cry. Freeing her desire, she fought the war within her and won.

No one could stop her. She no longer needed to be afraid of the unknown. This was who she was. She was going to become a new woman who intended to grab hold of life and never let go.

Her nipples ached with need. She didn’t dare let go of the tile wall. Leaving her pussy, she stroked her fingers over her clit. Each time she stroked her nub, she felt the beginnings of her orgasm getting closer. Biting her lip, she imagined Joker on his knees in front of her, lifting her leg up over his shoulder.

She became fierce in the strokes over her clit. For the first time in her life, she fantasized about what Joker would do to her. The way he’d touch her, hold her, love her. She wanted to know what it was like to have his lips on her pussy, his touch hard and demanding within her.