Chapter 36

A proper fuck as opposed to a table fuck, I guess. My cheeks heat at the thought. "If I shower, my makeup will come off and my bruises will ruin the mood." I'm not really teasing.

His lips slide over my cheek. "You're beautiful, but I prefer you without all the makeup even if the bruises show. You're strong and a fighter. That turns me the fuck on, baby." He walks out of the dining room to the stairs. I want to object that I'm too heavy, but he's powerful and I want to feel his strength. A man who will take me as I am and who isn't intimidated by my assertiveness is a rarity.

We shower and wash each other. It turns into a steamy soapy skin on soapy skin mind-blowing orgasm for me. I want to taste him and the shower is the perfect opportunity. He's the only man I know who says no to a blow job.