I scrunched my nose at him, and let go to admire the nice teeth marks I’d left. I pointed at them as I wiped water out of my eyes with my other hand. “You are going to have more of that later. All over your body.”
When I glanced back up at him, he was grinning at me. “Is that right? And what if I retaliate?”
I wagged my eyebrows at him. “Promise?”
He groaned, hanging his head. “Are you done exploring? It's my turn.”
I rose, kissing my way up his leg to his ass to leave another bite there, earning a groan from him. I kept going, my hands sliding over his skin as I went, and continued as far up his back as I could, tiptoeing to get in between his shoulder blades before taking a step back. “I’ll never be done, but you can take a turn.”
Rema turned around to face me, and one of his nipples caught my eye. It was the same pearl color as his skin, and I leaned forward on my tiptoes to lick it, smiling at the soft gasp the action elicited from Rema.
Hands gripped my shoulders to push me a step back, while two other hands setted on my waist to keep me steady.
“Stop that,” Rema scolded, amusement softening his words.
I shrugged helplessly. “Sorry, I couldn’t help it.”
His smile faded as he turned his attention to touching me. Four hands made for sensory overload as they roamed from my shoulders to my arms to my ribs. There they split in opposite directions, two heading south to my hips, and the other two sliding up to cup my breasts.
I shivered when he pressed them together, squeezing. He took my nipples between his fingers, pinching and rolling them until they hardened for him.
“I love how perfectly you fit into my palms, and how your pretty little nipples harden when I touch them.”
I whimpered as he pinched one of my nipples hard enough to send a shock of pleasure pain straight to my clit.
His lower hands were busy moving onto my ass, fingers dipping low as he pulled my cheeks apart. He was so so close to my pussy that I pushed my butt into his hands trying to guide him to where I wanted him. But all he did was squeeze me once more before moving his hands away.
He laughed when I glared up at him, pinching my nipples hard enough for me to suck in a shuddery breath.
“I will go at my own pace, Patty. Do not force the issue. We are supposed to be washing only, and yet here I am, indulging you.”
Indulging me? What a brat!
His smile widened at my outraged look, his lower hands stroking my sides in a slow rhythm.
“Your scales are so soft,” he said, fingers ghosting over my rib scales.
I giggled, jerking to the side. “That tickles.”
“Ah, I will move on then. How about here?”
I sucked in a breath when his fingers brushed my bare cunt with the gentlest of touches before retreating, my body stiffening into a straight line at the shock.
“Not ticklish there. Touch me again… please?” I asked, raising my hands to brace my palms on his pecs.
He touched me again, firmer this time, his fingers seeking. I would have collapsed to the floor had his primary hands not circled my ribcage when he cupped me fully, the tip of two fingers dipping shallowly inside me.
“You are so soft here as well, Patty. And slick. Are you always this wet for me?”
Had we not been in the shower, I’d have messed his hand. I routinely soaked my panties when this male was around.
“Yes. God, Rema, touch me harder. I need the pressure,” I begged, rocking on his hand.
“As you command.”
One of his big primary hands slid down my arm, and then his other, until both of them wrapped around my wrists. I gave him a puzzled look, and was given a grin in return, both fangs exposed… and then my hands were brought up over my head where he wrapped a single hand around both of my wrists.
“Rema…?” I started to ask him what he was doing when he pulled his hand away from between my legs, but hands at my waist tightened, and then he was lifting me just enough to walk me backwards until my back hit the cool stone of the shower wall. I gasped as the cold stone touched my overheated skin, but then Rema was pressing his big body flush against mine and I forgot about the stone.
