Rexus chuckles as he slowly lowers my legs until I'm standing on the cool tile. "I am cold-blooded. Cool water is optimal for comfort."
I would kill for a hot shower right now but I don't think I can manage it on my own so I resign myself to the water temp and allow Rexus to take most of my weight in one arm as he reaches around me to the shampoo.
His movements are quick and efficient as he massages it into my hair. The pressure on my scalp feels amazing, though I'm loathing trying to brush the tangles free.
Rexus angles me back under the spray and helps me rinse the shampoo from my hair. His fingers work through some of the smaller snarls as I wallow in the water. It's too soon before he's pulling me out from under the spray again.
"Can you stand on your own?" I test my weight and think I probably can. At my nod, he pulls away, leaving one hand on my waist. He puts his hand under the dispenser on the wall, and the sweet smell ofvanilla fills the room as body wash pools into his hand.
I wonder yet again why the aliens stocked everything vanilla scented and pink and fluffy. Who was on the human informant team when they decided what human women liked? Elle Woods?
His hands are gentle as he smooths the soap over me. Up my arms, down my sides. He's perfunctory when washing my tits but slows down over the curve of my belly. I would have thought it impossible to get aroused again, but pleasure pools in my belly as he moves his hands around and up to wash my back.
After getting more body wash, he drops to a knee to wash my legs, stopping just at the top of my thighs. I spread my feet to give him access but he just eyes me warily.
"Rexus?" At his name, he looks up at me with something like regret.
"I hurt you." His hand comes up to gently cup between my legs. I won't lie and say I'm not tender and a little sore, but no damage done.
I grab his hand and tangle our fingers together until I can pull him to his feet. His face is solemn as he looks down at me. For the first time, I reallypay attention to our height difference. He's at least a foot taller than me and built so strong, but he's so gentle with me.
Even in the middle of the rut, he didn't hurt me. Not really. Not in ways that could be helped. Of course, my pussy was tender and sore. He spent the better part of at least three days inside of me. Anyone would be sore after that, right?
Chapter 17
Rexus
Rosie looks up at me, and I wait for her recriminations. I deserve them. I had been too rough with the human, and now she is damaged. I damaged her.
For hours, I've been dealing with the fact I hurt her and that there was no way she would want to stay with the monster who caused her so much pain. I don't blame her. But I would give just about anything to have her stay.
Waking up with her on top of me was one of the first moments of contentment I've felt since the universe went silent. For over a year, it's just been silence and work. There was no room for anything else.
"Do aliens have titanium pussies?" She says, her eyes shut as soon as the words areout, like she didn't mean to speak them. Understandable, as they make no sense.
"I do not understand." I urge her back under the spray to wash her body free from the soap I'd slicked over her skin. An act that shouldn't have been arousing, yet I was fighting back arousal all the same.
She snorts out a laugh. "How long were we fucking? Days? A week? Of course my pussy is rubbed raw. But you didn't hurt me. It aches but it doesn't hurt."
Rosie takes my hand in hers and brings it back to cup her pussy. The flesh is so soft and warm beneath my fingers. I fight the urge to pet her. To spread her folds and brush my fingers through them. To delve my fingers inside her wet heat.
Instead, I just cup her, feeling the heat of her flesh against my hand and the weight of her hand encircling my wrist to keep me in place.
"I'm not broken," she says, releasing my wrist to slide her hand up my arm until she's gripping my shoulders. I can't help but press my fingers in deeper, to get a touch of her warmth. She gasps, and her head falls back.
Water runs down her body, and I can't stop myself from tracing a drop down thecurve of her breast before sucking it off the pointed tip. Her grip on my shoulders tightens as I suck the wide brown nipple into my mouth.
There is no reason I should want her again so soon. It's irrational, this need inside of me to touch her. But I can't stop myself from sucking harder or from sliding one finger inside the clasp of her body.
Nails dig into my shoulders as I gently work my way inside her. The tiny points of pain only flame the fire of my need. My cocks are hard against her stomach. She arches against them, and I know there's no way we're leaving this shower without me getting inside of her.
I pull my finger free to the sound of her whine. I grip her hips and lift her until I can slide her pussy against my cocks.
"Tell me no," I tell her, pushing her back against the tiled wall. I align one of my cocks at her entrance. "Tell me to stop."
"Please, Rexus." She squirms in my grasp until the tip of my cock is caught in the tight clench of her body. The flare presses up against the outside of her body, and it's more than I can handle, not being inside of her.
Still, I'm careful as I work myself intoher body. She's so tight, and the clench of her is impossible to stand. My legs shake as pleasure pools deep inside of me. I thrust until I'm fully seated only to pull her off my cock entirely and swap her to my second one.
