She runs the cloth up my chest to one of my shoulders, then rubs and massages down my arm to my fingertips. My other arm receives the same attention. I catch her hand in mine, bringing our joined hands before my face. I am fascinated by how small and fragile hers is, comparing it to my own. With a siren’s grin, she tugs her hand free and continues to wash my body.
Leelee is thorough, washing every bit of me, even kneeling to wash my feet. Seeing her on her knees at my feet, tending to me, makes me feel like a victorious conqueror, like the mightiest Outrider in existence. As Leelee starts to run the cloth back up my leg, she glances up my body, and our eyes catch. Her gaze, her touch, the warmth of the water, and the electricity sparking in the confined space force a low growl from my throat. This sensation, this satisfaction, this intimacy – I revel in it. Leelee is intoxicating. My senses buzz and the steamy air burns in my lungs as I stare at her.
Time seems to slow as the water-drenched cloth in Leelee’s hand moves in a tantalizing path up my body. I find my breath hitching as the rag ventures toward my straining erection. However, to my surprise, and a bit of quiet disappointment, Leelee adjusts her course, smoothly standing and maneuvering around me to press against my back. As she begins washing my nape and shoulders, her movements tender and careful, need courses through my veins. Her soft hands move withgrace and purpose, each touch striking that fine line between efficient cleansing and intimacy. I can’t help but relax under her ministrations, my tension subsiding as her hands work their way down my back. Yet the anticipation remains, pulsating and simmering under my skin.
When she encircles her arms around me to wash my chest, her naked breasts slip and slide across my back, sparking my desire even higher. I hold my breath as Leelee slides the soapy cloth down the center of my chest. My body responds as if I’ve been dipped in pure electricity. She slides the cloth down, down, down, tracing the grooves of my abdomen; dipping the nubbly cloth to swirl around my navel.
I find myself holding my breath as her hands continue their path down my body. Her fingers are mere inches from my cock. It pulses and throbs at her nearness. Her hands pause for a breathless, lingering moment before she drops the cloth. It lands with a splat at our feet. Before I can fall to the urge to grab her wrists and bring her hands to my eager arousal she takes my erection in her slippery, soapy hands.
My entire body tenses as she works hand over hand over my throbbing length, and the growl that escapes my lips is one of pure, unfiltered pleasure. Hand over slippery hand she slides my length through her palms. Her touch sets my nerve endings alight, making my body hum and vibrate with overwhelming desire.
Seeming to take encouragement from my reaction, she boldly slips her hands lower and tenderly washes my testicles, the motion sending shock waves coursing through my loins. I can do little more than tilt my face upwards, my eyes rolling back as groans and moans of pleasure force themselves from my chest. This perfect female continues to show me pleasure the likes of which I’d never even dreamed of. Each stroke, each press ofher hands is powerfully exhilarating, threatening to unravel the tightly wound control I’m desperately hanging onto.
With a light nudge, Leelee turns us both around so that I am facing the water spray. She rinses the soap off my front as a surge of hot blood coursing fiercely through my veins. Being washed by another being is a level of intimacy that feels sacred and profound. Leelee slips around my front, momentarily blocking the spray, her gaze catching mine for an intense moment. I hold my breath, my eyes never leaving hers as she slowly kneels at my feet. Her gaze is filled with reverence, with respect and desire. I want to pull her up to standing – this woman should kneel for no one. The universe should worship at her feet. But I don’t follow the urge. I wait, letting her do whatever she wants.
A myriad of emotions dance in her eyes, but the one coursing through her most is want – no, it’s more than simple want. It’s hunger.
With a long, slow breath, Leelee leans forward, her lips parting. Surely… Surely she isn’t…
My focus narrows until the only thing I am aware of is Leelee. I suck in a breath as she licks the tip of my cock. She dips her tongue, catching a pearly bead of seed and pulling it into her mouth. The sight sears me with the intensity of a thousand suns. The sensation robs me of all thoughts, to the point that I can barely process the reality of the moment.
An involuntary groan slips from my lips. In all my years, in all the galaxies, in all the universe, I’ve never experienced such concentrated ecstasy. The sensation ignites a spark inside me, threatening to consume me from the inside out. My eyes on Leelee never waver, taking in every detail as disbelief and unabashed desire tug at the edges of my heightened senses.
Leelee takes me in her grip, licking me from base to tip. I hiss at the sensation. She seems pleased with the reaction, her lips curling in a satisfied smile before she descends further.
“Leelee,” I grow a warning but she ignores my plea. Her hand grips me by the base of my dick, slowly stroking me as she runs her tongue up and down my length, pushing me to the brink of madness as she teases me with her mouth.
Her other hand disappears between her legs. Wait. Is she?
The rhythmic movements of her hand between her thighs sets the blood in my veins ablaze.
The way she moans as she sucks me, the vibrations traveling down my length, threatens to unravel my composure entirely.
Her teasing only makes me harder. I slide my claws into her wet curls, gripping the back of her head gently. A soft moan parts her lush lips, her eyes fluttering. She is stunning. I watch as she starts to slide my entire length into her mouth. Her lips close over me, and the shock of pleasure has my eyes snapping shut and my body growing stiff. I shudder and shake as she takes me deep.
“Leelee,” her name rolls off my tongue in a guttural growl, a plea for mercy or maybe even more torment. I’m uncertain. All I know is that the more she teases, licks, and suckles, the closer I am to losing control. I force myself to hold still, to let her do what she will with me. To make sure my clawed-tipped fingers only rest lightly against her scalp.
I force my eyes open, not wanting to miss a moment. Mesmerized, I watch with my breath hitching as she pulls me deeper into the warm recesses of her mouth. All I know is the soft, hot wet feeling of her mouth. The firm suction as she slides up my length and how her tongue works against the underside of my length as she slides back down to where her mouth meets her fist that grips my base.
Nothing should be this good. Nothing.
The anticipation builds, coiling tight in my stomach as I stare down at the top of her head as it bobs on my cock. She pulls off for a moment to catch her breath. She looks up at me as she strokes my arousal. Her lips are plump and reddened, her cheeks are pink, and her eyes blaze up at mine. With a mischievous look in her eyes, Leelee continues to stroke me as she drops lower and sucks one of my testicles into her mouth. I make a noise like a dying beast. After laving my testicle with her tongue, she switches to the other one, giving it similar treatment.
Giving my testicle one last loving suckle, Leelee licks her way up my length again, continuing where she’d left off.
Slowly, surely, Leelee drives me into surrender. The ministrations of her mouth and her tongue draw me closer to the brink. An intensity builds, a pleasure almost too much to bear. My hand finds purchase in her soft, pliant hair, carefully guiding her rhythm. My breath turns ragged, echoes bouncing within the confines of the shower stall.
A low growl rumbles from my chest as I surrender to the exquisite pleasure, falling off the edge into oblivion. The world swirls as I gasp, my body lighting up in ecstasy. It’s a startling, overwhelming burst of sensation, like a supernova within me. My veins are on fire as every muscle clenches in release.
CHAPTER 41
Lily
Ravok floods my mouth as he comes. God, I love this feeling – of bringing a mighty Outrider to his knees with pleasure. I did that. I reduced this enormous warrior to a quivering, worshipful, shocked stupor. It makes me feel like the most powerful temptress the universe has ever seen. He gazes at me as I imagine he might look at his last sunrise. I drink it up. The scent of soap and musk fills my nose. It’s all Ravok, and I feel a delicious jolt in my belly, even though he hasn’t touched me yet.
Once I swallow Ravok’s release, I sit back on my heels and let my gaze travel up his body. I look up from his thick, muscular thighs to his stomach, where my gaze gets caught on his hard, toned stomach that reminds me of a sculpted classical statue. Finally, I turn my attention to Ravok’s harsh face. His hooded gaze is that of a male who’s just found heaven. He’s muttering in a foreign language. I don’t think he even knows that he’s no longer speaking English. It makes me feel powerful and desired. My knees are starting to ache, and my jaw is tired, but this wastotally, completely worth it. He seems to truly savor my every touch. It’s a pretty heady feeling.
“Leelee,” Ravok growls, his voice so low and deep it feels like it could shake the very foundations of the building beneath my knees.
