Was this heaven?
“So,”
Lucian was taking her in, waiting for a response.
“I love it.” She whispered.
And she did. She loved the house, the view, the escape.
“Think you can handle the weekend here.” Lucian joked.
“Absolutely.” She was still to in awe for witty comebacks.
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The bathroom was possibly her favorite part of the lake of house. There was a Jacuzzi tub with jets and a shelf full of bath soaks that she was fawning over, a picture window with a beautiful view of the lake, and her favorite: the rainforest shower. She had been underneath the spray for so long her fingers were starting to prune, but she loved it. The shower itself was huge, lined with subway tiled walls, and had a seat in the back. She let the warm water hit her face, soak her hair, and wash away all of her problems.
She sang while she was in the shower. She started with Beyonce, stumbled through and Ariana Grande song, and just continued to sing whatever melody popped into her head. She danced in the open shower, swinging her arms wildly to the beat in her head as the stream of water crashed over her.
“Can I join you, bella?” Adelina jumped at the sound of Lucian’s voice.
He stood in the doorway, naked. Her eyes wondered his toned body. His muscles were defined from his calves to his pecks. Eight taunt abdomen muscles teased her, and his cock make her swallow hard.
“Yes.” Her voice was a faint whisper.
Lucian chuckled. “Holding a private concert in here?”
Her cheeks turned pink, sharing her embarrassment. “Could you hear me?”
“Yes.” Lucian smiled entering the stream of water, letting it splash over his face and drop down his tanned body. “But I love listening to your voice.”
He ran a hand through his thick dark hair, probably a week past needing a haircut.
Adelina could stare at this man all day.
“Don’t stop on account of me.” He smirked. When she didn’t begin singing again he started to, a series of do’s and da’s in fast paced tone.
The tarantella.
Laughter bubbled up from her. He danced too, a clap high then low, kick with the right then left. She joined him, their feet sliding around on the slippery tile, every so often his tune would stop while he snorted a laugh.
“I think this is better with shoes on,” she laughed breathlessly.
“And a dance floor.”
His eyes met hers green to chocolate brown. Slowly he leaned in for a kiss.
His lips gently touched hers at first and then they kissed harder, needier. He pressed her against the tiled shower wall and used one hand to protect her head while the other roamed her body.
“Sing for me bella.” He whispered in her hear as he placed delicate kisses around her collar bone. She hummed a few notes before she started singing God is a Woman, not fast like it was meant to be sang, instead she sang it slow and sultry.
“Don’t stop singing.” Lucian told her between kisses. “No matter what.” He began to slowly plant kisses down her abdomen and lower and lower until he wa
s in front of her sex.
He used his hands to separate her legs and moved his head closer, inhaling deeply.
Adelina’s legs shook and her voice cracked as Lucian pressed his lips against her.