Groomed For Love

He buries them and then keeps guard over them, even when they stink terribly and he digs them up all over again.

I want to check in on Naomi a thousand times, but force myself to give her that space we talked about.

If she doesn’t agree to stay and doesn’t want anything physical?

No. I can’t think like that. But I can at least give a girl an hour or so in the tub by herself.

Doing whatever she needs to do.

That’s fine.

But when I feel the urge to check on her, me checking the clock every two seconds, I know I’m might be out of my depth. Just a little.

Until I hear her calling my name.

Not in panic, or anger. Not like she’s in trouble.

It’s a low, sexy call.

Like the mating call an Alpha male longs to hear when he’s been roaming the wild, desolate wilderness for so long.

It’s a silky, smooth sound that has an invitation and a proposition all rolled in one word.

“Parker?”

The word is like a flood of heat to my groin, and my heart starts to pound in my ears.

In one single word, she’s told me everything I need to hear.

She’s not mad anymore. She’ll stay and most of all.

She wants me to need her, feed her and then breed her.

I just know she does.

Taking my time, I pick up the towels and robe I deliberately left out of the bathroom, slowly making my way to her and knocking gently on the door.

She giggles a little. “Get in here, silly,” she says. Half laughing, but with a quiver of need and emotion in her voice.

And I know it’s not just about wanting a towel.

The bubbles have subsided a little, and she has one leg up on the side of the thick tub.

Her proud chest like a pair of islands, the scented foam breaking against them which makes me growl with a newfound hardness once I see her like this.

“I wanted a towel,” she says, pouting. “But seeing as you’re here, maybe you can help wash my back?” she says, stumbling a little with her attempt at sexy but it’s more than I need to feel like I’ve died and gone to heaven.

“And your front?” I counter, shivering a breath as I step closer, scooping up the washcloth floating between her legs in the still steaming bathwater.

Her trembling hand presses over mine, her baby blues looking up at me with a dozen candles burning in each one.

“How ‘bout I do your front, mister?” she offers, gnawing her lip and closing her eyes, quaking under what I know is her own desperate need for my touch that’s required nowhere near her back.

The food can wait. I’ve timed it so. And Moose is occupied for at least another hour, maybe more with his own treats.

“I want you so bad,” I tell her. “Want you like nothing else on earth.”

All my control. My so-called patience flying out the window once I see her pleasure cave rippling underwater as she spreads her thick thighs wider. The little tuft of blond above her sweet pussy waving at me like a victory flag.

Her tight, virgin pussy and it’s welcoming hole, twitching as she fights not to wriggle and squirm.

Fighting the urge not to touch herself so she can have another of those magical orgasms I know she’s capable of.

A beacon signal on the deserted island I’ve come to save her from.

But her eyes leave mine, and she whimpers a little, reaching up to tug at my zipper.

“Oh,” she gasps, and I know I’m done.

I struggle for breath as I fish my thick member out for her. Her eyes widen and a high-pitched sound escapes her as she leans forward, taking me in both hands, stroking me at once with her tiny hands all white with suds.

All warm from the water.

In three quick heartbeats, I’m as hard as stone, my thick head swollen so much I barely recognize my own organ in her grasp.

“That better?” she coos, and I feel my head pumping in time with her hands, her fingers and both palms straining around my girth, eager to explore me as much as pleasure me.

I thought it would be too much like I’d finish before we even start. But there’s a knowledge in her touch.

Like my body and hers have chemistry that guarantees the best possible outcomes for us both.

Literally.

She shudders and moans, her eyes wide and her head shaking like she’s never felt or seen anything that turns her on so much.

One of her hands moves down to cup my balls, which although I feel rising up feel fuller than ever. Like they were made for this moment. Made for her.

“I want this…” she teases me, her tongue flashing across her lips as she circles the tip of my cock with her thumb. “…In here…” She gasps, reaching down and showing me her sweet hole as she opens it wide under the water with the same fingers she returns on my meat as I feel my head bobbing back.