“Fuck.” It was the first time I’d heard him use an expletive and even that sounded hot coming from his lips in that accent of his.
I didn’t have time to dwell on that now though, I had more pressing needs, like the fire between my thighs and the empty feeling in my tummy that felt like I would die if it wasn’t filled.
His fingers found me under the water and I felt the first stirrings of relief. My lips tingled, seconds before he turned my head with a finger under my chin, and he kissed me.
I’m not sure how a kiss is supposed to feel or taste, I do know that no one anywhere had ever been kissed like this. His mouth mastered mine, there’s no other word for it; it was a complete takeover.
I followed his tongue with mine as he teased my mouth. I took the loud growl that he made into my mouth and swallowed as his fingers found that spot, the clit I think I heard it called.
They weren’t lying in biology or family science; I could see where that one little piece of flesh could land me in trouble.
At the moment I didn’t care about anything else but having him touch me there, and then, when his fingers went inside leaving just his thumb on my little nub, I flopped around in the tub and cried out in his mouth.
I left my body for an instant in time. I know I floated over us because I could see myself reclining in the tub with him leaning over me while his hand moved back and forth between my thighs and his lips covered mine.
Outside there was a strange wind blowing, that seemed to beat against the house and there was a sound to it, or that could be more of my fanciful musings, but I could’ve sworn I heard a woman’s wail.
He lifted his head quickly and rested his forehead against mine. I was happy to see that we were both breathing erratically.
I had his hand trapped between my thighs and sought to get more of that wonderful feeling, but he calmed me with soft kisses as he rubbed his fingers back and forth into me, easing that ache that was now even deeper within.
My voice when I begged him to continue wasn’t my own. It sounded hoarse and needy and just a little on the sultry side if I do say so myself.
“Shh, lyubof, you must be calm.” I didn’t want to be calm I wanted him to finish what he started…again, and again and again. I’d never experienced anything like it and didn’t want it to stop.
As his fingers toyed with my secret places I moved my hips beneath the water. There was a sudden explosion in my middle and my mouth went slack and dropped away from his.
My body twitched as the explosion grew and that place between my thighs was on fire.
The scream when it came was earth shattering. The feelings were overwhelming; they were too huge for my little frame.
“Shh I’ve got you lyubov moya, I’ve got you.” He gentled me with his touch until my breathing fought its way back to normal and my body went slack.
He finished cleaning me up before taking me from the tub and drying my listless body. Then he put me to bed where I fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter 12
He left me that night for the first time and I moped around not knowing what to do with myself, until I got on my dad's nerves.
"Jazz don't you think you're getting in too deep with this guy? You two just met and already you're acting like you can't even function without him. I don't think that's such a good thing."
I wonder if he suspected that something more had happened today than the usual. His tone said as much but I couldn’t be sure.
I’ve tried to hide the evidence of my new awakening, though I’m not sure there were any outward signs of the changes my body had gone through.
But I felt them so keenly it was hard to imagine that everyone around me couldn’t see them. Even now, all these hours later, my body still hummed.
It was almost audible the beat that played between my legs and in my heart. The two seemed connected and grew stronger instead of fading as time went on.
"I'm fine dad." I fidgeted and tried to stay still under his watchful eye as he studied me worriedly.
I was no longer worried that he'd try to stop me from seeing Thorn, I was pretty sure that nothing would stop me at this point.
But neither did I want him worrying about me, so I had to get my act together. Digging my nails into my palms I made myself walk over to where he sat on the couch.