Chapter 19
Lila
Girth was standing outside my bathroom door, while I sank into the warm soapy water of my bathtub. This was the first thing I did when he brought me back to my house. He had insisted on it, even though he was the one with all the bruises and the blood.
I had been cold and shivering when I first came into the house, with Girth’s leather jacket still on my shoulders. He’d marched me straight into the bathroom, and even though I tried to fight it, and claimed that I didn’t need a bath right now, Girth ran me one and he didn’t say a word.
I wanted him to hold me again. I wanted him to talk to me about everything that had just happened, but instead, he was behaving like he had a job to do.
I waited a few minutes before I called out to him now. If not anything else, I needed to thank him at least for saving my life.
“Girth!” my voice sounded shrill and weak at the same time, and I couldn’t even recognize it as my own. He bobbed his head around the door and kept his eyes averted from me. He had seen me naked already, several times over. He’d been inside me, and yet, he was shy to look at me.
“Please come in, I don’t want to be by myself right now,” I told him.
He hesitated before he came into the bathroom, and even then, he remained near the door.
“Girth, I want you to clean yourself up. Please, do it for me. I can’t see you like this,” I was pleading with him, and I knew that he wouldn’t refuse.
He walked slowly over to the mirror in the bathroom, and I watched him looking at his reflection. My hands were lapping at the bubbles in the bath. My breasts and most of my body remained under water, and Girth was right, it was making me feel better, calmer.
We were quiet after that, and I watched him pull his t-shirt up and over his head so that he could examine the wound on his arm. It looked like a deep gash, and I tried not to gasp when I saw it. I remained silent, I didn’t want to nag him. I was sure that he knew what he was doing.
“There’s a first-aid kit in the medicine cabinet,” was all I told him. He looked at me through the mirror, and then, just like he was following orders; he opened the cabinet and pulled out the stuff that he would need.
I remained submerged in the bath as I watched him working away at himself. He dabbed antiseptic at his wounds, cleaned away the blood from his wounds and bruises and clenched and unclenched his fists when I knew that he was in pain. I gulped, my throat had gone dry as I watched his ripped muscular torso.
His left nipple had a small gold ring along with all the tattoos on his chest. There was so much that I still didn’t know about him, but everything that I was learning about him; made my heart race. There wasn’t an inch on Girth’s body, not a single aspect of him that didn’t make me weak in my knees.
I’d lost track of time, by the time he was done cleaning himself up. He turned to me eventually and I could feel my cheeks flushing. I’d tied my hair up in a messy loose bun before I’d stepped into the bath, and now I could feel the bottom bits of my hair had gone damp from the water.
Girth was watching me curiously, his golden brown eyes were on fire and through his scruffy beard; I could see that his lips were set firmly in a thin line. I sensed that there was something on his mind, he wanted to tell me something. My gaze dropped down to his flat abdomen, his six pack abs and his narrow waist. A thin dark line of hair travelled down his navel and disappeared into his pants. He was sexy as hell.
“Lila, you know that I had to kill him. I needed to kill that man,” Girth finally said. I nodded my head and stared back at him.
“They tried to kill you once, they abducted you, they were going to hurt you,” he continued and I parted my lips to speak. He was looking at me, studying me intently…like he still wasn’t sure if I was okay.
“I’m happy that you killed him, Girth, you don’t need to explain yourself to me. I understand why you did what you did,” I said and he looked down at both his hands like there was still blood on them.
I could see that he was in just as much shock as I was.
“Girth,” I said his name softly and his head jerked up to look at me.
“Will you come closer to me, please?” I asked him and he hesitated again before he stepped towards me.
He was looming over me now and his shadow fell over me in the bath. I could feel goosebumps on my skin, my body was hot even though the water had already gone cold. That was the effect that Girth had on me, especially now that he was standing nearly naked in front of me.
I saw his gaze travel down from my face, down my neck and to the skewed impression of my breasts in the water. I could see that he wanted me. I wanted him too.
“I want to thank you for saving me. You saved my life,” I said in a meek voice. Girth gulped and took in a deep breath.
“I wouldn’t have been able to forgive myself if something happened to you,” he replied and our gazes were locked. I could feel that familiar tightening in my belly again. I needed him. I wanted him inside me.
“Nothing is ever going to happen to me as long as you are with me,” I said and I meant it. That was what I honestly believed, even if he believed it or not.
Girth was gritting his teeth angrily, his fists were clenched…I could see that he was thinking of that moment when he’d seen me being thrown into the backseat of the car. He was reliving that moment.
“You saved me, Girth,” I said with quivering lips.
He crouched down beside my bathtub then, and reached his hands out towards my face. My heart skipped a beat when his fingers grazed my cheeks, he was touching me tenderly; with more tenderness than a big man like him was even capable of.
“Don’t ever thank me for it again, Lila, it’s my job,” he said and I licked my lips nervously.
“Is it just your job or did you save me because you wanted to?” I asked and Girth was staring into my eyes.
“Because I needed to, because I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if anything happened to you,” he said.
Our faces were inches away, I could feel his breath falling hotly on my eyelashes. My body was on fire then and I reached up and placed a hand on his.
He leaned forward and kissed me, pulling my lips gently into his mouth and I closed my eyes. I could feel hot tears pricking the backs of my eyelids and I kissed him back. This was the moment I had been waiting for all day. This was the moment that had kept me going in the car with those men. All I wanted was for Girth to hold me and kiss me, to give into his desires with complete abandon and not to fight it and that was exactly what he was doing now.
Our kiss seemed to last for hours. I could feel my lips throbbing as though they were swollen; when he finally pulled his mouth away from mine. Gently, he knocked his forehead against mine and held me by the back of my neck.
“You are so fucking beautiful, Lila. So beautiful!” he said in a low guttural growl, like he didn’t like the fact that I was.
I held on to his arm. I could feel the roughness of his skin under my palm and it sent my stomach swirling in somersaults.
“You make me feel beautiful,” I said to him and he kissed me again. This time, he wasn’t just tugging at my lips with his mouth, but he was dragging me out of the water too.
He fell back on the floor of my bathroom and I was stretched out over him. My damp body was making him wet too but he didn’t seem to care. He held me to himself and kept my body pinned to his, while he kissed me more forcefully this time. I moaned as I felt his tongue slide smoothly into my mouth, digging deep down to the back of my throat.
His hands were roaming over my body, feeling the shape of my bare damp ass and the curves of my waist and my back. His fingers slipped and slid over my wet self, while I could feel my pussy starting to get wet too.
I pulled my mouth away from him and straightened myself up, so that now I was sitting on his crotch with my legs on either side of him.
I pressed my palms down on his chest, feeling the smoothness of his torso, tracing the shapes of his tattoos with my fingers. Girth was watching me, his hands were lightly laid on my hips and I started moving.
He grunted as I moved my wet bare pussy over his crotch. Even though he was wearing his pants still, I could feel his cock throbbing and growing underneath it. I moved harder, thrusting my breasts out towards him as I tried to give him a taste of what was to come.
His hands travelled up my waist, feeling the curves of my arms and shoulders, before he wrapped one hand loosely around my neck.
“Is this what you want from me, Lila?” he asked and I nodded my head wildly. The bind that was holding my hair together flew open and my hair came tumbling down behind my neck and around my shoulders. He kept that hand around my neck, just holding me lightly as I rode him. His cock was tenting his jeans now and I could feel my pussy leaving traces of my juices on his clothes. I wanted more. I knew we both wanted more.
He moved stealthily, straightening his back up and sliding me down his legs. I gasped and then giggled when he caught me by my waist with just one hand.
His other hand was stroking my belly and then slowly traveling down to that hot core between my legs.
My legs were stretched around him, my pussy was invitingly parted for him and his fingers slid into me smoothly. I gasped and moaned, arching myself backwards as I felt his two fingers thrust into me. I felt like I was about to explode already. His fingers slid in and out of me and he had his teeth gritted as he watched me being pleasured…being pleasured by him! I liked being watched by him. I wanted him to see what his fingers were capable of doing to me.
I moved over him, sliding myself up and down his legs while his fingers slid in and out of me. His thumb had found my clit now and he was stroking it too.
I said his name in a whisper, as I ran my hands down his bare arms.
Girth slid his fingers out of my pussy, just as the muscles in my belly had begun to tighten. He started undoing the buttons of his jeans instead and I shifted on his legs as he pulled his pants down.
His cock was revealed to me in its full large glory and a shock of electricity ran down my spine. He was big and throbbing and ready, the tip of his cock was glistening with pre-cum.
I felt like I was in a daze and with my eyes focused on his cock, I lowered my head down towards it. Girth reached for my hair, clutching it tightly as I parted my mouth wide over his cock. The tip of my tongue flicked gently against the tip of his cock and when I heard him grunt, I couldn’t help but smile at that.
He was under my spell again. We had reached the point where Girth lost all control. I teased his cock with my mouth some more, before I lowered my head further down, sliding his cock into my mouth.
I could taste him now and feel the strength emanating from his cock as it slid down my throat, gagging me as he reached the back of my throat. Girth kept me in position with his hands on my head. His cock was stretching my mouth and I lifted my face up again, sliding up his cock.
I reached for his balls, teasing them with my hands, cupping and squeezing them gently as I started sliding my mouth up and down his cock. Girth was grunting wildly, his voice was growing louder by the second and I could feel the tightness in my pussy.
His body jerked and I thought he was going to come in my mouth, but he stopped himself just in time. Instead, he lifted my body up with one smooth flourish and before I even knew what he was doing, he was sliding me down his cock.
I gasped when I felt his cock part my pussy roughly and enter me. He grunted a growl of relief. Like he was relieved to be inside me. I rocked on top of him, with his cock driving deep into me and I could feel the knots in my belly coming undone.
It was the most beautiful feeling in the world; to have Girth’s cock inside me. I threw my head back, flipping my hair and I stared up at my bathroom ceiling. I wondered if I had ever really looked at the ceiling before, but now it looked extraordinary, like it was the coziest room in the world…like I would be happy spending the rest of my life in this bathroom as long as Girth was still with me.
I moved over him, swirling my hips as I pulled and pushed his cock into me with nothing more than the muscles of my pussy. He was big and strong inside me, stroking the walls of my sensitive slippery pussy and reaching me deep inside.
I stretched my arms over him, feeling his torso, the cold metal of his nipple ring, the light dusting of dark hair in the center of his chest. He was sexy and strong and he knew exactly what to do to make me feel like a princess. I rode him hard, bouncing on him. He was clutching my hips tightly and looking straight at my shuddering, bouncing breasts. I could see him nearly salivating and I moved forward, presenting my breasts to him.
Girth rose himself a little, so he could pull my left nipple into his mouth. His wet tongue on my sensitive pebbled nipple was like another electric shock to the system. It sent currents down my spine and I knew that I was going to come soon.
Girth kept sucking at my nipples, tugging and pulling it with his lips and lapping at it with his tongue. I started coming abruptly, bouncing on his cock and moaning loudly as he kept suckling on my breasts. I could feel my juices flooding out of me. I couldn’t stop gasping and moaning as I came and then I felt Girth erupt as well.
We were coming together. I felt him shoot his seed far inside me, a warm, sticky, salty fluid that was the most private and precious part of him. That was inside me now and I rode him even faster. Girth’s mouth sagged from my breast as he came and he growled angrily.
I watched as his face turned a deep red, the veins on his neck were throbbing and visible and we both came together till we were spent.
I fell forward onto his chest. I wasn’t wet from the bath anymore, but I was sweating and damp. I would need another shower! I could hear Girth’s heart beating rapidly in his chest and I kept my ear pinned to it. I liked witnessing the effect that I had on him. It was powerful.
We were both panting hard, and I remained tightly scrunched up on his chest, waiting for the moment when he might push me away again. I pressed my eyes close and tried to memorize this moment, how amazing it felt to be in his arms like this.
But Girth was full of surprises. Instead of pushing me away, he weaved his fingers into my damp hair and started gently stroking my head. My eyelids fluttered open and I looked up at his face. He was staring up at the ceiling, with his mouth hanging open. This was the first time that I was seeing him looking exhausted.
I closed my eyes again, to savor this moment of tenderness and calm. I felt safe and happy with him. It didn’t matter what had happened right before this, the kind of horror story that I had just lived out. All that mattered now was that I was in his arms again, and he was stroking my hair tenderly.