Chapter 7 Seven

• I moaned, my body still trembling and spilling out his creampie. I rested my head on the bed, trying to catch my breath. This few hours of fucking could actually be the best thing I had ever had in my life. I nestled my face into the pillow, and I felt his hands wrap around my waist on the bed. I turned over to him, shyly looking at him.
• “So what does this mean?” I brought myself to say, stroking his cheeks seductively while looking down to his bare chest.
• “What do you want it to be Lauren?” He patted my head, lifting me up from the bed. “I want to bathe you, okay?” He explained himself seeing me so tense.
• I shook my head, releasing his grip from my shoulders. “I don't let people bathe me. Go take your shower, I will go in after you.” I nudged him in the arms but noticed he was adamant. “Fine bathe me,” I flung my head in defeat and he swooned me in his arms, heading for the showers.
• I felt the lukewarm water run down my skin and bit my lips nervously, stealing glances at Shane. He was so gentle with the sponge, made sure the water was perfect and was so focused. God knows how long I have been staring at him.
• “Are you shy that I am bathing you?” He chuckled, grabbing the soap lotion from the shelves above and lathering it onto his hands again. “So can I say that I have accomplished two things in one night with you?”
• I arched my eyebrows wondering what were the two things that he held as an achievement. “And what is that?”
• “Bathing you and fucking you raw. You made my day happy, you know.” He added, his touch was surprisingly gentle, compared to the rough anal sex I had just experienced. My heart raced as he moved his soapy hands across my shoulders and down my arms, taking his time to wash away his cum on my boobs.
• "Shane, if you keep this up, this is going to lead to sex in the bathtub. Are you torturing me with all these touches?" I murmured, clenching my thighs together. I was soaked wet and any hand movement from him will land both of us fucking each other in the bathtub. The intimacy of this moment was almost too much to handle. I wasn't used to someone taking care of me this way, and certainly not someone I'd thought would be bathing me.
• I didn't even remember my mother bathing me like this. It was either the maid, she was never around. "Too late," he replied with a smirk, his hands continuing their massage until he stopped in front of my pussy. I clenched my thighs around his hands, licking my lips and pulling his face closer to me.
• Our breath tangled together.
• "Don't you dare start what you can't finish. I can finger you all night, but I don't want us to rush this whole thing. Besides, I like taking care of what's mine." He pinched my cheeks harshly, snapping me out of my daze. I sat back down on the tub as he kept on scrubbing my cunt and watching me hiss instead of moan
• When I couldn't take it any longer, I closed my eyes, letting out a soft sigh as he moved his hands lower, washing every inch of me with care. It was as if he was trying to imprint his touch onto my skin, marking me as his own.
• "Do you always bathe your... toys?" I couldn't help but ask, a hint of jealousy creeping into my tone. It can't be possible that a man this hot like Shane wouldn't have multiple whores or fuck buddies even when married to my mom.
• He paused, his eyes locking onto mine with an intensity that made my knees weak. "I swear, your mother is the only woman I have slept with for so many years. And don't be jealous, I didn't get to do many things with her and yes, you're not a toy, kitten," he said firmly. "You're something much more than that."
• I swallowed hard, impressed that he was able to maneuver through. Not many men could answer this question straight, besides, they were after sex and not commitment therefore I didn't really blame them too much.
• I leaned on the bathtub, moaning as his hands spread apart my pussy lips. “This is torture, Shane..” I couldn't keep my sanity in place and he seemed to be enjoying every inch of my reaction.
• “Just moan, it helps to relieve the pressure.” I couldn't believe he was saying this. I looked away, holding it in until what felt like eternity, he carried me up from the bathtub, drying me with a towel and I nestled in his embrace, sniffing in the cologne that first drew me into him, it was the most charming and enchanting smell I had ever come across.
• “When I was sixteen, I didn't have time to look into those damn eyes of yours. They are really beautiful and rare.” I poked him on his chest as he laid me down on the bed. He chuckled, ruffling my wet hair.
• “Was that a compliment because damn, I almost fell for it, and if it is, I am surprised.” He went ahead in drying off my soaking wet hair with a towel and stood up from the bed, walking to the large brown closet on the right. “I don't have so much female wear, so I will lend you my shirt. I will have someone replace the wardrobe as well.”
• “There’s no need. I won't be staying here for too long. I have my apartment here in Braxton City, a job, and a fiancè.”
• “You got engaged?”
• “I was to be married today. My stupid mother ruined everything.” Cleaning off the last drop of water on my body, I picked out a cream white baggy shirt from his closet and wore it on, tossing myself on the bed. “Are you sad that you didn't win me in the end?”
• “Lauren, you are playing with me too much. You should have told me you had a fiancè. I don't want to be the guy who ruins his stepdaughter’s marriage because of my stupid pleasure.” Shane joined me shortly after dressing up on the bed, and wrapped his hands around my waist snuggling me. “Does having a fiancè mean that I have no chance?”
• “Pretty much. Wait in the line Shane, there are other guys who'd take my love confession seriously.”
• “Lauren—”
• “We will talk tomorrow…Goodnight and don't think too much about me and no touching, I have a big presentation tomorrow at work and I don't want to be walking around with a sore cunt and dark circles.” I yawned, finding my way to the other side of the bed, and cuddled the pillow, having my eyelids fluttered closed.
• “Lauren, what do I do with you?”
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• I woke up, my eyes fluttering open tiredly as I gazed at the strong tug on my waist. A smile crept on my face realizing he was still there. He stayed with me the entire night knowing that there was no chance between the both of us.
• ‘So it wasn't a dream? I actually get to live my fantasy with him?’ I nestled my head onto his shoulders, pressing a bite into his collarbone. I heard his muffles and the next second, he pulled me over, pinning me down on the bed.
• “You are cute when you wake up. I have been watching you sleep and hell did I enjoy it.” He put a kiss on my forehead, spreading apart my sore thighs and giving it a pat. “That’s what happens when you look too seductive. I can't just resist you, you know?” He stroked my hair, his fingers going into the strands of my hair and straightening it out.
• I rolled my eyes at his remarks as the events of last night flashed in my memory. It was the best sex I had ever had for seven years. I turned over to him, trailing my fingers through his broad chest. “Yeah, no man can resist me.”
• I swallowed in my saliva, yawning and stretching simultaneously. “What’s the time?”
• “9am. I want you to sleep in. You can't go to work looking like this. You are a mess.”
• “Hey, no fair! I told you I had a major presentation today and you let me sleep in.” I kept myself from raging out but my anger was pretty much obvious. Looking from the way my morning went, I’d perhaps be able to make it early before 10:15. I rose from the bed, and noticed my clothes weren't there anymore. “Where the hell are my clothes?”
• “I sent them to the dry cleaners. There's a new set of clothes in the closet, everything your size. I did a lot of thinking about Lauren.” He chuckled, stepping out of bed, to help me up but I slapped his arms off, getting down from the bed myself. “So there's a lot of thinking I did yesterday night and I don't care whether you have a fiancè or not, I am go
• ing to court you, Lauren Wayne. And in the meantime, move in with me.”