The problem with being a thirty-year-old man who has never been in a relationship is that you don’t know when to shut the fuck up. Especially when your entire personality is running a business and being a mafia boss so you have zero tact.
Ayvah is staring at me like I’ve lost my fucking mind, not for the first time mind you, but I meant every word that came out of my mouth. If she’s ready for kids, I’m going to fill her full of so many that this entire fucking estate is filled with them. I’m all in, but she’s not there yet. She still has doubts about where we stand and if I’m really in this.
But I have a feeling when I backed off to give her time, all I managed to do is fill her mind with doubts, and I never want Ayvah to doubt my feelings for her and the lengths I’ll go to for her.
“Does that answer your question, baby girl?” The corners of my lips tug up into a smile as I finally release her chin from my grip. Her cheeks are bright red with the blush I’ve quickly come to adore. She may think she doesn’t know how much I affect her, but her body tells me everything I need to know.
“Yes,” she murmurs, looking down at the water around her as I proceed with bathing her.
“So, what’s it going to be?” I shouldn’t keep pushing her, but I can’t help myself. The monster within wants to know if she’s going to allow me to pump her full of my seed until it takes root. He wants to know if she’s going to allow us to claim her in every single way a man can claim a woman, even if she doesn’t know what her answer is going to mean long-term.
“I’d like to consider my options,” she says quietly and I can’t help but chuckle. As much as I love the idea of railroading her entire life and taking what I want, I would grow bored of a woman without her own thoughts and wants, and Ayvah just keeps proving how perfect she is for me.
“I’ll organize for him to come around tomorrow. Give you a check-up and go over some options.”
“Thank you,” she whispers.
The loofah glides over her soft skin, leaving suds in its wake. I have to keep reminding myself not to stare, but how can I not when perfection is laid out in front of me, begging to be touched, tasted, fucked? I allow myself to roam further than I normally would under the guise of washing her, occasionally brushing my fingers along her sensitive skin. Each time she lets out a small moan, my cock hardens further against my zipper. Jesus, she’s going to be the death of me.
I run the loofah down her ample chest, paying particular attention to her hardening nipples just beneath the surface. What I would do to take them in my mouth. To suck and worship them. To make her scream. But I don’t stop there. I keep moving my hand lower and lower, until one of her smaller ones shoots out and grips my wrist with wide eyes.
“Do you trust me, baby girl?” I have no right to ask, not after what I’ve done to her, but I want to give her this, and the only way she’s going to allow me to is if she trusts me.
Her plump bottom lip disappears between her teeth and I barely swallow down the growl that claws up my throat. There isn’t a part of Ayvah that I don’t want to mark.
She nods once.
“Words, Ayvah. I always need your words.”
“Yes,” she breathes. “I trust you.”
She shouldn’t. I haven’t given her any reason to, but I’d be lying if I said the monster isn’t beating his fists against his chest in celebration. Soon we’ll have her. Every single inch of Ayvah will be ours, and in the meantime, I’ll settle for just parts of her.
Her hand releases my wrist and she sucks in a shaky breath. She’s nervous. She’s ashamed of her body’s most natural motions and she doesn’t need to be. I want to be a part of her whole life, even the bits she’s embarrassed about.
“Good girl,” I rumble and move my hand farther down until I reach the softness between her thighs. The loofah is all but forgotten as my fingers brush across her sensitive folds, causing her back to bow off the back of the bath.
“I don’t think—”
“The article I was reading said an orgasm can help with cramps. Something about the endorphins.” I carefully circle the sensitive bundle of nerves at the crest of her cunt, making sure not to apply too much pressure. From what I was reading, it seems as if the pussy is even more sensitive when a woman has her period, and too much stimulation can be overwhelming and at times painful. “Will you let me make you feel good, baby girl?” I murmur against the shell of her ear. It’s taking all that I am to keep the monster at bay. To give her what she needs without taking anything for myself.
“What about my…” She takes a deep breath. “Tampon,” she says the word so quietly, as if just saying it is going to gross me out.
“Google said it was fine to leave it in, but we can remove it if you want?” I gently tug the string, not enough to dislodge it, but enough that she’ll feel what I mean.
“No!” she almost shouts. “Leave it where it is.”
I chuckle and press a kiss to her ear. “Okay, Ayvah. I’ll leave it in place this time. But you should know that when I finally sink into your tight little pussy, I’m not going to be able to go without, not even for a day. So you better get on board with it.”
Her eyes are wide and shocked when I pull back to look at her. “The things you say.”
“You haven’t heard anything yet, baby girl.” I chuckle. “Lean back and relax. I’ll take care of everything else.”
To my surprise, she does exactly as I tell her. We’ve come a long way in the last couple of weeks, but this is a big step I’m asking her to take with me, and I’m not going to let that trust go to waste.
I circle her clit carefully, making sure to keep an eye on her face. Although I think she would ask me to stop if it gets too much, I want to learn her cues. I never want to be in a situation where she’s too afraid to ask me to stop, I need to know when she reaches her limit.
She lets out a long groan and I palm my cock through my pants. He’s begging for relief, but this isn’t about me or what I need, and I’ll just have to take another long shower to relieve myself once I’ve put Ayvah to bed. She’s starting to get close to the edge now. Normally I would hold her there for a while, tease her, make her beg, but not today. Not when she’s already in pain and this is to help relieve that.
“Storm,” she moans.
“That’s it, baby girl. Give me everything.”
“I don’t know if I can.”
“Yes, you can, Ayvah. You’re thinking too much. Just turn it all off and focus on what I’m doing to you, focus on how I’m making you feel.”
Her eyes fall closed as her breathing becomes more labored. I’ve never seen anything so fucking beautiful in my life. The way she’s handing her body over to me, the way her chest rises and falls in sharp movements, the closer she gets to her release. I have a feeling I’m going to get addicted to making her come, and if there’s anything I don’t mind being addicted to, it’s her sweet body.
“Fuck,” Ayvah breaths, her eyes flitting open to look at me and I watch as she tips over the edge. Her body tenses for long seconds before she tumbles over the other side and gives everything to me.
“That’s it, baby girl. Fuck, you’re so beautiful when you come for me.” The words fall from my lips of their own accord, but I wouldn’t stop them even if I could. I want to praise her just for breathing. I want her to understand that to me, everything she does is fucking perfect, and when her body relaxes in the tub and her eyes fall closed with exhaustion, I can’t think of a more perfect sight.
I pull my hand from the water and pick up the discarded loofah, taking my time to wash each of her legs while she comes down from her high. “How are you feeling?” I ask.
“Like I’m floating on a cloud,” Ayvah murmurs, barely loud enough for me to hear. She’s sated, just the way I hoped she would be.
“Your cramps?”
“Gone.”
A smile tugs at my lips. The fact I could give her this small reprieve from her pain is everything to me. I’d burn the whole fucking world down if it meant I could take her pain away.
I lift her from the bath and gently dry her body, never allowing her feet to touch the cool tiles. She curls into me like a tired kitten and I hold her close as I walk her to the bed and gently lay her between the sheets.
“I’m naked,” Ayvah mumbles.
I chuckle. “You sure are, baby girl.”
“What if I…” She pauses before whispering the end of her question so quietly I barely hear it despite our proximity. “Leak?”
“No more clothes in bed,” I rumble. “And if that happens I’ll deal with it.”
“You can’t deal with—”
“It’s just blood, baby girl. I’d make a pretty poor mob boss if I had an aversion to it.”
Her eyes flutter open and she watches me for a moment before they fall closed again. “Okay.”
A smile tugs at the corners of my lips and I press a gentle kiss to her forehead. “Sleep, Ayvah.”
She mumbles something intelligible and a moment later her breathing evens out and a gentle snore fills the room. Who would have thought a man like me could be brought to my knees by a tiny woman? And who would have thought I wouldn’t give a shit?
