He pressed her toward the front with a hand on her shoulder. She looked up at the water, closing her eyes to let the warmth seep into her bones.
Ripper’s hands held the soap as he started to work the lather against her skin.
“I can wash myself,” she said, going to turn around. He stopped her, tightening his grip on her shoulder to keep her in place. Licking her lips, she stayed still as he soaped her body.
“I’m going to do what I want,” he said, working the soap down her back. When his hands were covered in soap he used them to wash her body. She gasped as he paid careful attention to her br**sts then between her legs. “I’ve got to get you all nice and clean. I can’t have you feeling dirty.”
Once all the soap was off his hands she expected him to take his turn. That was not the case. His hands rubbed against her skin, taking his time almost as if to memorize her shape. Up his hands went to cup her tits. His thumb pressed on her ni**les then pinched them creating a spark of pleasure that took her completely by surprise.
She whimpered.
“Are you nice and wet for me, Judi?” he asked, whispering the words against her ear.
Jerking her head, she had no choice but to stand in his arms waiting.
“I didn’t hear you.”
“I’m wet,” she said, crying out.
One of his palms cupped her pu**y. She felt him slide between her folds, going down to sink a finger inside her.
“Fuck, baby, you’re f**king wet.” A second finger was added inside her stretching her out. “You’re tight as well. I’m a big man, baby. I’ve got to make sure you can fit me inside your tight little cunt.” He pumped his fingers in and out of her pu**y. Each delicious pump of his hand made it hard for her to concentrate. There was a burning sensation from being stretched from his fingers alone.
From the moment Devil entered her life she’d not been with a man since. She didn’t touch herself or invite men to think anything else. Judi had kept them at arms’ length until Ripper. There was so much more she wanted from him but couldn’t find the right words to tell him what she really wanted.
“Do you always talk?” she asked. His words were not offending her. They turned her on. He had one of those voices that struck her hard, melting her.
“Baby, I want the woman I’m with to know what I want. Get used to me talking, telling you what I like.”
She whimpered as another finger penetrated her pu**y.
“Get used to this pu**y being f**ked. When you let me inside your body, Judi, I know I’m going to be in heaven. You’ll give me everything and take everything I’ve got to give you.” He worked his fingers in and out. Her cream lubricated his movements. Biting her lip, she reached out to the wall to hold herself up. Palms flat, she felt his body still pressed firmly behind her. “Your pu**y is going to be like heaven. I’m never going to be able to find pleasure anywhere else. Will you give me your pu**y whenever I need to f**k?” he asked.
She closed her eyes, thinking about what he said. There was a time the thought of sex repulsed her, but not anymore. Her body was on fire for Ripper and his brand of sex.
“Please,” she said, moaning as his thumb pressed to her clit.
“Do you want to come over my fingers, baby? Do I get to feel your cream soaking my fingers?”
Words failed her as her body took over demanding to be heard.
“Come on, Judi, give me your orgasm. Let me hear you scream.”
Nothing else mattered. Her past fell away, and the only people left in the world were her and Ripper.
“Trust me, baby. I’ll be here to catch you, always.”
His thumb stroked over her nub, and her orgasm crashed over her, taking her breath away. Her grip on the wall held her up.
“That’s it, Judi. I can feel your cream coating my fingers. Give me your cum.”
Ripper’s words tore into her soul leaving nothing in its place. She never thought she’d be able to have something like this with anyone else. Every word that left his lips opened her up to more.
“Such a good girl. Give me it all.” His touch didn’t stop until he was satisfied.
Slowly, he moved his hand away holding her hips.
“Now it’s your turn to wash me.” He took her place standing under the water. She picked up the soap then started to touch his skin. His back was covered in tattoos. None of them really stood out. His flesh was a work of art.
“Do you have a thing for needles?” she asked, caressing down his back.
“I love feeling the bite in my skin.”
The designs were amazing, beautiful, and breathtaking, like the male. His hair darkened from the water. She soaped his back and ass going to her knees to do his feet. She stepped to the side to wash his front. Any chance she got to look at him she would take.
His c**k was thrust out, long, thick and pulsed to life. Her hands shook as she did his chest working her way down to his cock.
“How can you be ready to go again?” she asked, shocked by the strength of his arousal.
“You. You make me want to f**k you, Judi.”
Soaping his length, she heard him moan. Seconds later his fingers circled hers around his shaft, and he showed her the pace he wanted her to keep. Her fingers were tight as she worked his length.
“I’m going to come,” he said.
Judi kept up her ministrations watching the tip as his cum jerked out, splashing onto the bottom of the shower, washing down the drain.
Once they were finished, Ripper turned the water off grabbing a towel for himself. She made to climb out, but he wrapped a towel around her body.
“Are you sure you’re a bad-ass biker?” she asked.
“Yes.”
He was being sweet to her, and she didn’t understand where his tough image came from. Thinking about the dead body, she closed the thoughts down. Ripper was a force to be reckoned with. She doubted anyone got to see this side of him.
“Don’t mistake my caring for you as a weakness, Judi. Only you will see this side of me and only in private.” He kissed her cheek then took her hand leading her back to her bedroom.
“I’m hungry.”
She was shocked to see they’d been in her bedroom for two hours already. The time didn’t even register when they were together.
Chapter Seven
Sitting at the kitchen counter, Ripper watched Judi buzzing around the spacious kitchen. She wore a pair of shorts and a vest. He wouldn’t let her have a bra or panties, and he liked the view of watching her tits bounce as she moved. His c**k was in pain at the jeans he wore, but he wasn’t prepared to walk around buck ass na**d yet.