Kingpin(23)

He slides me down his body, and his chest hair rubs against my smooth, soft skin. I giggle at the sensation and wrap my arms around his neck when I come to my feet.

“That tickles.”

When I feel his hard length slide against me, I stop laughing and moan. Then he’s the one to let out a chuckle. I lay my head against his chest, letting the water run over both of us. It’s soothing being next to him and surrounded by the warmth of the water.

“You sore?” he asks as he wraps his arms around my back and begins to rub.

“A little,” I admit.

“I’ll give you a massage this afternoon,” he tells me as he kisses my neck. “Until then, let me make you feel a little better.” He drops to his knees in front of me, his big hands engulfing my hips.

My hands go to his shoulders, holding onto him there. He looks up at me, his eyes impossibly dark. I’m starting to learn they do that when he’s really turned on. I glance farther down and see his cock is hard between his thighs.

“Never been on my knees for anyone before.” His thumbs slowly stroke my hip bones. “I like being down here for you though. Only you.”

I run my fingers through his ebony hair. Yeah, I’m going to give this a try. Though I’m not sure he’s giving me an option to begin with. He’s made it clear I belong to him, I just have to pray this is always the man he’ll be. Because if he is, I have no problem belonging to him.

“Part your legs for me, angel. I’m hungry for it.” His eyes are trained between my legs.

I lick my lips and do as he says, slowly stepping apart for him. I barely finish putting my foot to the wet tile floor and his mouth is on me, urgent to have me. He’s starving for it and can’t wait another minute to get his mouth on me.

He goes straight for my clit greedily. I jerk against his firm hold, but his grip on my hips keeps me in place. Otherwise I think I would’ve dropped to the floor. He growls against me, and it echoes through my whole body.

“Salvatore,” I moan.

His tongue laps at me like a lion, and I can tell he wants me to cum. It’s his only goal. There’s no teasing as he pleasures me.

I feel a small bite against my clit, and I scream out as the climax hits me fast, rocking through my body. My legs tighten, but I’m so far gone that I feel myself start to fall. But before I can, I’m in Salvatore’s arms. He’s holding me, cradling me to his chest.

I close my eyes for a moment, resting my head against him. There’s a moment when I don’t register anything as the orgasm just runs through my body and I melt into him.

“Feel better, baby?” he asks.

I open my eyes to look up at him. He looks so proud of himself, which makes me smile. “You can do that to me anytime you like,” I manage to say before I place kisses on his chest.

“I know I can,” he says cockily.

I let it slide, still enjoying the aftermath of my orgasm.

He sits me down on a bench in his giant shower and washes himself. I try desperately to stop myself from staring at him as he does. As my eyes trail down his strong back and to his round ass, I wonder where all the scars came from. I’m sure it has to do with his line of work, but I can’t find the right words to ask. I’m guessing he wouldn’t tell me anyway. I’m sure each holds its own story of darkness that I probably wouldn’t even be able to wrap my mind around.

When he’s finished with himself, he drops to his knees in front of me and washes my body. It’s so weird to see this powerful man on his knees for me. It does something to me, just like everything about him seems to.

He takes his time washing my feet, calves, and then my thighs before pulling me to my feet and slowly washing the rest of me. He even does my hair. First the shampoo, then putting in the conditioner, lovingly petting me with each touch. I’ve never had someone take care of me like this. It almost makes me want to cry, but I hold it in, not wanting to ruin this utterly sweet moment. Instead I enjoy it without thinking about it too much.

I can’t hold back the sounds that come from me as he rubs my scalp. My eyes fall closed and I moan.

When he turns off the water, my muscles feel so much better. I feel more relaxed than ever before. Salvatore grabs a towel and dries me off.

Once he’s finished, he picks me up and takes me to the bed. He sits me down on it and then walks over to the door and opens it. Bending down, he picks up a tray and closes and locks the door again. He sets the tray down on the bed in front of me, and I watch the whole thing with my jaw nearly on the floor. This is like something out of a movie.

“Angel, I hate to do this.” He glances at the clock next to the bed. I follow his line of sight to see it’s almost noon. I’m shocked because I’ve never slept this late before. “I need to get going. I have a few things to do.” I can see he doesn’t want to leave. “I hate leaving you naked in bed.”