His hand stills and his eyes meet mine. “I like you smelling like me, baby, but this time, I need to clean you up a bit, yeah?”

Oh goodness, now I understand. I’m still embarrassed. “I can do that. Please.”

“Uh-uh… MINE,” he says, his voice is low and deep, telling me he’s very serious about his task. “Open.” I look away for a moment and do what he asks. As his gentle fingers clean me, I look back and watch him. He’s fully engrossed, watching the cloth on my body. The way he’s sitting, I can see him grow hard again. He bites his bottom lip then slowly licks his top. Bringing his hand without the towel up to his mouth, he licks the underside of his thumb then circles it around my clit. Holy hell, watching his reaction to me is so arousing. It’s like he can’t help himself. He throws the soiled cloth on the floor.

“It’s never gonna be enough,” he says. I think he’s talking to himself more than me. “Gotta wait, my baby’s sore.” Now, I know he’s talking to himself. Does he even realize he’s talking out loud? He grunts when my hips roll forward. He looks up at me, his eyes hooded, need clear on his face.

“It’s okay, Masen, I’m okay. I want you to love me.”

His eyes close, and he shakes his head no. “I’m sorry, Little One. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough, but you need to rest and relax. I’ll run you a bath in a bit.” His hands still and fall away as he talks. He lays down on his back and cuddles me close, inhaling my hair.

I feel the loss of his hands immediately as I cling to him. Truthfully, I am a little sore, but we heal fast. I’m not in any pain. I take matters into my own hands, literally. His breathing falters when I wrap my hand around him, squeezing gently. “What if I still need you, Masen?”

His chest rumbles, almost like a purr as I work my hand up and down. “Yeah?” he questions. His response to me touching him excites me. I rub my legs together and squeeze. I’m still so sensitive it sends a wave of pleasure through me, and I moan in response. Squeezing him a little more, as he sucks in a breath through his teeth.

I crawl over him, straddling his thighs while I lower to my knees. I can feel his long cock all along my slit. My head falls back, and I rock against him. Masen grabs my hips, squeezing so hard I might bruise before releasing to a gentler hold. “Careful, Little One, I don’t want to hurt you,” he grates.

Not paying attention to his warning at all, I lift up and grab his cock trying to fit him inside me. I can’t. He’s too long, there’s not enough space between us. I huff in frustration. His hands still clenched at my hips. With my hand still around him, I lean forward pressing his cock up between our bodies. I whisper in his ear, “Lift me up, Masen. I need to feel you filling me.”