I pulled out again, slowly moving in and out of her. I could feel her relax against me with each slow thrust. I snaked a hand between us, toying with her clit while I moved, anything to help slow me down. “Do you think you can go like this?”
She bit her lip, her eyes were watery. “I don’t know. It’s just a lot of new sensations at once. I’m a little overwhelmed.”
“We can stop if you—”
“No!” she said, grabbing onto my neck, her fingers running through my hair at the base of my neck. “No, please don’t.”
“You’re killing me.” I said it with a smile and she smiled back. I pushed into her, harder. It was arrogant to assume I could make her go like this with it being her first time. I’d make it up to her. And selfishly, I knew I wasn’t going to last. “God Eliza, you’re so tight. I’m not going to make it much longer.”
Even as I said it, I pulled out of her and spilled my cum all over her chest. I came with a long groan that nearly sounded like a cry.
She looked up at me, ignoring my cum dripping down her chest, and tangled her fingers in my hair. “You didn’t want to cum in me?” She didn’t sound hurt, just surprised.
“Call me crazy, but that’s something special and should only happen when we both reach that high.”
“Such a romantic.” She rolled her eyes.
“Oh, you haven’t seen anything yet.” I kissed her. “Wait here for a second.”
I raced to the bathroom and started the water. Half the allure of this rental was the giant bathtub. I had it filled with hot water when I went back to Eliza. “I lied,” I said. “I told you I didn’t want you leaving this bed but I want to give you a bath. Come with me.”
She stared at my eyes, her own filling with tears, a small smile ghosting over her face. “You know, I’ve never actually taken a bath. At least not since I was a child in a sink.”
She casually broke my heart with her small confessions. “Two firsts for the night then,” I said, walking to the side of the bed and gathering her in my arms, ignoring my sticky cum and hints of blood. Seeing her blood on my cock and on her thighs did something primal to me. Knowing that I was her first shouldn’t have turned me on like it did.
I carried her to the bathroom and helped her into the water. I slipped in behind her, holding her to my chest, using a cloth to wipe away the mess on her chest.
“Does it bother you?” she asked in her quiet little voice. “The blood?”
I scoffed. I nearly laughed.If only she knew.“No,” I said. “But I do feel a strange mix of pride and guilt knowing I did that to you.”
“I wanted you too.”
I continued scrubbing her skin with the cloth, refilling the tub with hot water when it got cold and eventually worked on washing her hair, enjoying her little sighs of pleasure. This is what it meant to serve. Hell, if this was what they called being whipped, make me the face of it all. I wanted nothing more than to be the person she had in her corner. With Karina, these moments felt forced, like a performance for her. With Eliza, it was a genuine need to make sure she felt cared for. A compulsion.
“Eliza?”
“Hmm?” She had her head resting against my chest and I was busy rubbing her neck and shoulders.
“Let me pay for the ER visit.”
She stiffened. “No, I got it.”
“I’m sure you do, but I want to pay for it. Please.”
“I got it.”
“Why?” I asked.
She turned to face me, moving slowly so as not to splash water on the floor. “I got it.”
“No,” I said, trying hard to hide my anger. “You don’t have it all together. You’re barely making it. Let me do this for you.”
She gritted her teeth. “Why?”
“Because I want to take care of you and I can do this for you. I hate how that bill could push you back months and it’s just a drop in the bucket for me. Let me cover it.”
“I don’t know why you feel like you have to do that.”