Chapter 28: Shower Sex

Disclaimer: Smut below.

I arrived home. Once I opened the front door and let myself in, I glanced around to see where Paul was. The house was still dark. I put down my cart and lunchbag by the Curious, I checked the kitchen.

Where is he? I thought curiously to myself.

Then, I was suddenly embraced from the back, and I squealed. I quickly turned around, and Paul was laughing wholeheartedly from my startled response. Damn his supernatural abilities! I couldn't sense him. I looked at him with a pouting expression.

He said, trying to stop laughing, "sorry but not sorry."

I said with a small smile, "Was it that amusing?"

He hummed, and I felt him grabbing my ass and pulling me closer to him which made me be on my tippy toes. He tilted his head to give me a long, lustful kiss.

He said darkly, "so where were we?"

I hummed playfully, "I think it was my turn."

He said, going along with a mischievous grin, "I believe so."

I leaned forward to kiss him. I started biting his lower lips. I was nibbling his lower lips when I heard Paul growling under his breath, and then he started taking off my pants. I inserted my tongue inside his mouth, exploring his mouth and I could feel him smiling with my attempt to be dominant in kissing.

I grabbed the hems of his shirt and slid my hands under them. His growling turned a octave lower when he felt me feeling his chest with my hands. I moved my hands through the hard planes of his chest and abs. I tugged his shirt upward, and wordlessly, Paul allowed me to take it off.

I said sultry, "let's take it to the shower?"

Paul purred, "with pleasure."

We clumsily taking each other's clothes as we continued to kiss passionately, placing our hands on each other without losing contact. I wrapped my legs around his waist, and I could feel his growing erection pressing against me. Our clothes were splattered all over the hallway on the way to the bathroom. Paul opened the bathroom door behind us.

He turned on the shower, then he placed me on top of bathroom counter. Both of his hands flew to my breasts. I gasped and I felt my nipples hardened from his rough hands. In between kisses, I moaned in his mouth as he began to tease my nipples while gradually increasing the pressure of his touch until he was pinching me. It simulated me that I began to feel the deep throb inside. I grind myself against his lower abdomen to feel some release from my aching pussy.

I started to feel wetness leaking out of my pussy. Feeling the wetness of my arousal, Paul thrust two fingers into my folds, rubbing firmly against my nub with his thumb, and it caused me thrust toward his fingers involuntarily. He inserted another finger, and I could feel my inner walls stretching to accommodate his fingers.

As he curled all three of his fingers, he demanded in his husky voice, "Cum for me, Esmeralda."

I don't know what it is, but for him to use my full name, it pushed me to the edge. I loudly moaned his name, and I could see the satisfying pleasure on his expression. Once the steam starting to build up in the shower, Paul quickly picked me up, carried me into the shower and pinned me against the shower wall from the behind. I sighed in pleasure and relief as he thrust his dick deep inside of me. Groaning my name, he pulled all the way out before plunging in again. Then, he pushed even deeper to the point of hitting my cervix, and I could literally feel his cock twitching inside of me. Overwhelmed by the sensation from the hot water beating down on us, his finger fucking then inserting his dick deeply inside of me, I came with my legs shivering from the release.

He moaned roughly, "fuck, you feel so good babe."

We thrust in and out erratically with us cuming one after the other. I slowly was losing feeling from my lower half, and I couldn't hold my own weight anymore. Paul was holding me by the waist as he gently turned me around to face him even though his cock was still plunged deeply inside of me. The new position and with him still thrusting inside of me, it made me come once again. I leaned against his chest for support because I was literally out of breath. He pressed his forehead down to mine as we came for the last time. After we came, we just stayed in the same position. I closed my eyes to focus on my breathing. My breathing was erratic for a while, and over time, I got my heart rate and breathing to calm down. I opened my eyes and I gasped to see Paul quietly observing me with his dark, curious eyes.

He asked tenderly, "you're okay?"

I nodded lazily, "yeah."

With apologetic, tired smile, I said, "sorry, amor. I know you can go for a little longer, but I think I'm good for the day."

His eyes softened and he said gently, "it's okay, babe. The fact that you took care of me was all I needed."

Paul's so sweet. He gently slid me off from the bathroom tiles, and we worked on washing ourselves with of course Paul being my crutch. We scrubbed each other off, and Paul purposely tickled me when it was his turn to scrub. I was squealing and laughing so much that I almost slip, but thankfully Paul caught me.

He got so worried that he stopped and quickly rinsed me off. When we got the washing our hair, it was amazing. The way Paul scrubbed my hair so tenderly and massage my head in the process, I was slowly dazing off. When it was my turn to wash his head, he knelt down. I stood behind him with one arm on his shoulder to balance myself and the other arm, to scrub his hair with his shampoo. Once I rinsed his hair off, I kissed his head, reached over him and turned off the shower.

We dried each other off, and Paul offered to comb my hair. I allowed it and Paul was combing my curls so quietly. Not only that, I can see him from the mirror that he had a thoughtful expression. His eyes carried so many emotions and I was feeling the intensity of his love towards me through the bond that it got my eyes little watery.

He looked so at peace with himself that it got me thinking regarding myself. Am I happy? Like generally happy? I-I honestly don't know. I'm happy that Paul lives with me, work is doing fine, we got past the Victoria plot line, and I have been making effort being in this world. It's not I am displeased by how Paul has been treating me. We are doing fairly well even when we had disagreements. It's just that I do miss my world besides Vanessa, her brother Hector, and their family. I..just feel so bad that Hector and the family will be grieving for the both of us, and there is no way for me to let them know that I'm okay.

Then, I was reminded of Old Quil. Does he know a way for me to connect with them? Am I even willing to deal with him to have that opportunity? I honestly don't think so. But if I was desperate enough, I can..But, how will communicating with them would bring them peace? They would have even more questions than answers. I don't know how they react that Vanessa's death wasn't an accident.

Wouldn't it be better for them to believe that what happened to me and Vanessa was an unfortunate accident than knowing the full truth? I thought darkly to myself is it beneficial for me or for them?

I don't know if I have the answer to that question. Maybe it's better that we can no longer meet. It'll only bring further pain for the both of us than good.

I got startled when Paul broke my train of thought by asking, "what's wrong?"

Paul gently turned me around and lifted my chin up to look at him in the eye. He had a very worried expression.

I said slowly, "I just was missing my old family.."

Paul gave a genuine confused expression, "we can visit them now that the red headed bitch is gone, I know Sam would give me time off to visit your family."

I shook my head and with a heartbroken smile, I said, "once I came here, I can no longer see them again. They're not here.."

Paul's eyes widened in realization, and he became silent. He said thoughtfully, " wanna talk about it to them while we eat dinner?"

I said gratefully, "I think I'll like that."

He smiled and he said awkwardly, "I'm not good with.. words like you do, but I'm a good listener."

I gave him a peck on the lips, and I said, "that's all I need."

He grinned and left to grab our pajamas. Once we put them on, he guided me to the kitchen. We decided to eat leftovers from the day before. As we eat, I began telling my past to Paul. I talked about Vanessa and Hector. I told him how California was like, and how we lived amongst gangs: Blood, Cribs, and MS 13. There were times that the MS 13 tried to recruit Hector and us into their gangs back in high school, but we were stubborn motherfuckers. We refused to get into the gang life. Then, one day, we were jumped by the Cribs who thought we were part of MS 13. From then on, Hector trained us in self defense and how to use a gun, hence I have a gun laying around the house because it was pressed into me to have one nearby.

Paul was quiet when I explained about my hard experiences with learning self defense and using a gun. I had shot a person before, I only did it at the arm because I was jumped, and I was almost raped. From how hard it was to survive in the streets, it was more of the reason why Vanessa and I left town for college. The times we went to the club, the self-defense that I learned from Hector came in handy when creepy guys would try to whisk me away from everyone or touch my ass without permission.

I sat in Paul's lap as I showed him the tools that I brought to protect myself. I have a security alarm to alert the police of my location. I also showed him the key chains that becomes grills for me to sucker punch or stab someone. I think that kinda freaked him out. I even saw color drained from his face, realizing that my kitty keychain becomes a weapon to stab someone.

Paul said seriously, "I swear, as long as I am around, you'll never have to use self defense to defend yourself…But, it's good that you know, in case..anything happens, you'll be able to hold on your own for a little awhile until I get to you."

I nodded. Paul laid his head on my shoulder and wrapped his arms around my waist. He took a big breath and exhaled extensively. I yawned and I attempted to cover it with my mouth.

Paul laughed softly, "I think its time for you to go to bed."

I nodded sleepily, "yeah."

Paul easily picked me up and carried me to the bedroom. He gently laid me in the bed before he went under the covers along with me. I snuggled up closely to him and laid my head on his chest. He pulled me closer, and he had his left arm across my back.

I said sleepily, "Thanks, amor for listening to me."

Paul hummed in response.

I asked for reassurance, "just making sure, you were okay with me talking about Hector and Vanessa?"

Paul slowly, "Yeah…"

I waited for him to continue speaking, "it would've been nice to meet them.."

I nodded sadly.

He asked curiously, "what do you think how they'll respond if they had met me?"

I chuckled lightly, "they would have completely different reactions. Vanessa, she..would've gotten on my ass for taking so long to get together with you. As in for Hector, it.. would be hard to get past him..Knowing him, he might've seen you as a wannabe gang member, so he would've been extra hard on you and possibly more protective over me.."

I can hear a small rumble coming from Paul's chest.

I finished off by saying, "but, once he gets to know you.. he'll eventually come around. He's reasonable."

Paul's small growl seized once I said the last part.

He asked in a small voice, "really?"

I said confidently, "yeah.."

I said miserably toward the end, "it would've been nice if y'all met."

Sensing my sadness, I started hearing a low purr coming from Paul. I knew Paul was trying to comfort me in his own way, and I appreciated it. I was slowly nodding off while thinking all the hypothetical things that Vanessa, Hector, I and Paul would've done together. Vanessa would try to dress me up even more to get Paul eating off my hand with Hector trying to restrain her from getting too involved in my love life.

Then, I was reminded about a dress that I need to buy for prom. I asked quietly, "Paul?"

"hmm?"

"Are you going to prom?"

"..Not really..are you?"

"Yeah, I have patrol duty during senior prom."

"hmm.."

"you..don't have to go because I am going. Even I didn't go to my own prom and I don't regret it.."

"…but I do want to see you in a dress."

I said in a surprised tone, "Yeah?"

"mhm.."

"I..wouldn't be able to dance with you in your prom. I have patrol duty until the very end of prom, but we can do something after. Like go out of town to a fancy restaurant or something. How does that sound?"

"Yes Let's do it."

I lifted my head and with a grin, I said, "yeah?"

He snorted, looking at me with a amused expression, "yeah."

I snuggled a little closer to him, and he said snarky, "alright, good night for real this time."

I smirked, "good night."

Author's Note:

It took multiple edits and rewrites. I hope this smut was satisfying, and I made more bonding moments between Paul and Esmeralda. I'm not sure exactly when I'll post another chapter, but latest would be in two weeks.

Enjoy!