Nyree laughed when she saw Tawera more clearly.“You look terrible.Come, we’ll have a shower.You’ll be sore tomorrow.It looks as if you bled through your shirt.Let me have a look.”
The wound wasn’t as bad as she’d expected, but it bled sluggishly.
“I used to heal faster,” Tawera said.
“All right, but we can’t count on you having the same benefits from your taniwha heritage now.It pains you to shift.That is not normal.”
“I want sex,” Tawera said bluntly.
When she glanced at him again, she spotted the tenting of his trousers.“Shower first,” she said.“I’m sweaty and want to shower.”She took his hand and led him to the bathroom.She’d give him part of what he needed now and indulge herself in exploring his body at the same time.
In the plain bathroom, she tugged off his T-shirt and unfastened the fly of his trousers.She maneuvered the fabric over his erection, and he let her.Once he was naked, she shunted him toward the shower.“Wash off the blood while I undress.”
He turned on the shower and followed her instructions without argument.Nyree took a moment to enjoy the vision.He was all sleek muscles and masculinity, and not even his bumps and scrapes spoiled the spectacular sight.She hustled out of her clothes and opened the door to join him in the cubicle.She washed briskly before turning her attention to Tawera again.The scrapes on his belly had healed a fraction.The skin had knitted together enough for her to cease worrying about first-aid.
Reassured, she gave into temptation and ran her hands over his shoulders and down his arms.When she cupped his hips, her gaze slipped to his erection.Broad and rigid and almost beautiful, the head swollen and perfect for what she ached to do next.Using his body for balance, she kneeled in front of him.Her fingers traced the lines and whorls of tattoos on his buttocks.The tattoos, created in the old way with toothed combs and mallets, had fashioned a tapestry of decorative scars with intense personal meaning.She couldn’t wait to explore them with her tongue.Tawera watched her the entire time, his brown eyes full of questions.
She didn’t give him time to voice them but took his cock into her mouth.He groaned, the masculine sound reverberating in the cubicle.
She smiled up at him as much as she could with her mouth full of masculine flesh.His eyes were wide now, and she got the sense this was something new to him.Nyree gripped his thickly muscled thighs and set about teasing him.She licked and sucked and glanced up when his hands came down to tangle in her hair.
“I didn’t know this would feel so good,” he whispered.
Another experience for him.Satisfaction writhed through her as she upped the pace.Her breasts grew swollen and heavy, and she ached for more, but first, she wanted Tawera to have this pleasure.Ari had liked her sucking him off, but he’d been rough and enjoyed pushing her until she’d almost choked.Tawera held himself still, and she pulled off his shaft to glance up at him.
“You can move but let me control how deep you thrust.Okay?”
Still wide-eyed, he nodded, and she resumed her teasing.She licked and stroked, taking him deep and using her tongue to torment him.His bulky thighs started to tremble, and his hips jerked in involuntary thrusts.He groaned and shuddered, and she continued her torture by stroking him and pressing firmly on a spot she knew would push him higher.
“Nyree,” he gasped.“I’m going to explode.”
Excellent.Seconds later, he came with a gasp.Nyree swallowed and continued to stroke until he stilled.
“Nyree,” he whispered again, his hands cradling and caressing her head now.
She released him and rose.His arms came around her, and they kissed.
The water had gone cold, but she didn’t care.They were clean now, and that was all that mattered.She turned off the water and reached for a towel.She dried Tawera, taking particular care around his scrapes.
They no longer bled, although he wasn’t healing as rapidly as she did from injuries.Nyree dried herself and took Tawera’s hand to lead him to the bedroom.
“How are your ouchies?”
He grimaced.“I need more.”
“More sex?”
“My body is still throbbing.It is strange.The level of pain eased after you took me in your mouth, but I’m still off-balance, and I need more to regain my normal level.”
“Let’s have more then,” Nyree said.
They toppled onto the mattress together, and Tawera took her into his arms.Their mouths met, and Nyree fell into their kiss.It was soft and tender, bold and seductive.It was everything she’d ever wanted from a kiss, and she clung to him.He ran his hands down her back, and she felt safe and happy.She felt loved.
Nyree paused as that thought rushed through her mind.
Tawera didn’t love her.She didn’t want his love or anyone’s love.
Friendship—yes.But love wasn’t for her.She wanted her independence, and after Ari’s example, she figured she was best on her own.
