Deklan

“What about you?” I ask as I turn my head to look at his face.

“I never had a family,” Deklan says. “I mean, I had parents and whatever…but not really. Not since I was young.”

“Who raised you?”

“Foster care from age four to twelve. Group homes for a couple of years after that. By the time I was fourteen, I was on my own.”

“What happened to your parents?”

“Hand me the shampoo over there,” Deklan says as he points to a bottle on the far side of the tub, near my feet.

He’s distracting me on purpose, and it’s working. I debate asking him about his parents again, but I don’t want to push. If he doesn’t want to talk about them, asking again isn’t going to get me anywhere.

He washes my hair, and the feeling of his long fingers combing through the strands is enough to set the rest of my body on fire, irrespective of the water’s heat. He tilts my head back, rinses me, and then gets a handful of shower gel. He washes my shoulders, my arms, my breasts, and then moves lower to wash my thighs. He reaches for my knee and holds my leg up out of the water as he runs his sudsy hands over my skin.

He slides his hand up my thigh, stroking between my legs, and I tense.

“Shh…” His breath is hot against my ear. “Relax, baby.”

He strokes me slowly, fingers dancing along my sensitive skin. Each breath is a gasp as I begin to writhe on top of him, but he has his arm still wrapped around my leg, holding me open and leaving me nearly immobile as his fingers enter me.

“Oh! Deklan!” I try to arch my back, but he keeps me in place as he works his fingers in and out. His thumb circles my clit, massaging it until I’m struggling for breath. My body tries to curl in on itself as the tension builds.

My pulse rings in my ears as I sit partway up and grab Deklan’s wrist, squeezing it as a shudder runs through my body, and I cry out. A moment later, I collapse backward against his chest, panting.

I’ve splashed water right onto the bathroom floor, but Deklan doesn’t seem to care. He slowly pulls his fingers from me and goes back to rubbing my legs and arms as I try to regain my senses.

I feel his cock pressing against my ass. The bath and Deklan’s erotic massage have helped the soreness between my legs though it’s definitely still present. Nevertheless, I’m pretty sure I shouldn’t leave him hanging, so I shift my weight and reach for his dick.

Deklan takes my wrist in his hand and pulls it away.

“Not this time. You’re still sore. This one was just for you.”

“Shouldn’t I…give you a hand job or something?”

Deklan’s body shakes with his chuckles.

“You want to know a secret?” he asks.

“Okay.” I have no idea what he might reveal, and I turn my head to hear him better.

“Last night,” he whispers into my ear, “was full of firsts for me, too. First time I’d ever had a woman in my own bed. This morning was the first time I’d ever woken up with a woman before.”

He trails kisses down my neck while I think about this for a minute. I want to believe him. I want to think that there is something special about being his wife, but I’m not so sure. I don’t know how to determine if he is telling the truth, and something doesn’t quite fit.

“And,” he whispers softly into my ear, “last night was the first time I’d ever come inside a woman.”

“You used condoms? I thought you were from a traditional Catholic family.”

“I am.” Deklan raises an eyebrow at me. “Traditional, not living in the dark ages. If a woman wants to be a priest, she can do it as far as I’m concerned. If two dudes want to get married, I really don’t care. And if I have no intention of procreating, I’m not going to be stupid enough to chance it.”

He runs his hands over my skin, and I relax against him. The warmth of the water and the security of his embrace threaten to l

ull me to sleep. When Deklan speaks again, and his voice is so soft, I’m not sure if I really hear the words or if they are only in my imagination.

“So, last night was a first for me, too.” Deklan runs his nose along my neck. “You know what? I rather liked it.” He presses his lips to the edge of my jaw. “I liked it a lot.” I feel his hands run over the top of my thighs and then to my hips. “That feeling…coming inside of my wife. Sweet Jesus…It’s never felt like that before.” He hugs me against his chest and presses his lips to my temple. “So no, I don’t need a hand job. I’m going to take care of you, my wife, and when you’re ready, I’m going to give you a proper fucking, followed by filling you up with my cum as often as humanly possible.”

Chapter 9