“You can do whatever you want butpleasedon’t drop me.”
One of his hands did let go, and my instinct was to climb him higher, my thighs now clenched tightly against his rib, just below his armpits, and arms circling his neck like my life depended on it—which it did. He dipped his hand under the water before bringing it to my back rubbing small circles over my skin.
But it wasn’t just his hand. Something thin and slippery was under it.
“What is it?” I asked. It felt like it lathered like soap.
“Bakarut flower.”
“Bakarut?” As the fertility flower he told me about?
“You smelled like it when I first met you.”Orchid. I had used orchid soap that day. I cast a quick glance at the cluster of flowers. It looked like a lotus flower with white and soft pink petals. “Do you not like the smell?” he asked, hands stilling.
“Oh, no I do. I just…wasn’t expecting the flower to feel like soap.”
“Soap?”
Right. “Nevermind. You use flowers to wash?”
He gave a jerky nod.He was nailing the head motions. “Water flowers, yes. Bakarut, epismea, or gelanon usually.”
None of them were familiar except for the one he had mentioned a few times before. His hand slid from my back to my arms before landing on my collarbone and slowly going down.
My breath hitched and our eyes met as he cupped my breasts. Under the water, his cock brushed my opening.
Maybe that was the right moment. After all, girls became pregnant all the time even outside their predicted ovulation period…Maybe I could ride him here and there and end up pregnant, ensuring this was done quickly. Setting my plan into motion. Going back to my grandmother and terrible health as soon as possible…
My back arched as his hand moved, torturously slow, fingers grazing my nipples one at a time before he grabbed my whole breast in his big palms.
“Ghauro,” I moaned, pressing my forehead against his like he’d done to me a few times. He tilted his head, pushing back with a knowing smile.
He let go, moving to the other breast and repeating the same motion before sliding over my stomach and down.Down.Yes, lower…
He deviated, the slippery flower now under the water but on my ass and going down my thigh.Is he for real?My hips rocked against him, seeking friction.Seeking more. More of that delicious feeling I had this morning.
“Are you mine, Melanie?” he asked, his voice so deep it sent butterflies to my lower stomach.
His hand didn’t stop moving, going from the outside of my thigh to the inside, sliding up, up, up—no!I yelled in my mind when it turned right before it reached my aching clit.
“I am,” I whimpered, leaning back to angle myself better. His cock moved under water, brushing against my core.
“Really?” He tilted his own hips, sliding his length against my clit like he’d done this morning and I shuddered in his arms. “What if I want to wait before I breed you?”
My eyes snapped open, the lustful spell broken. “What?”
His gaze was unreadable as he kept washing my legs. “I do not want to breed you,” he said, and something inside me broke. Was it the disappointment of my new plan going off the rails or the fact that this man rejected me? I wasn’t sure. “Not yet. We have time for this. We can wait a few months.”
“Why?” My voice sounded desperate.What if Granny was left alone for too long?What if he didn’t find me goodenough and just hoped to ask for a new bride when I’d visit the Space Station in a month?
My breath left my body when his hand finally cupped my pussy, a low groan escaping his throat. “You can feel pleasure without breeding,” he said. Not a question but I nodded anyway. “Then we can have pleasure together. And enjoy each other before I breed you.”
I wasn’t sure what to do. Tears pressed behind my eyes at the prospect of not being able to go back to my grandmother, but the look in his eyes made me pause. He was scared of something.
“But I thought—”
“You thought wrong. I am—luckyto have you. Tauri females do not feel pleasure outside of their heat, and only feel it from inside,” he said, sliding one long and thick finger in my channel. My arms shook around his shoulders, eyes rolling in the back of my head. “I want time to enjoy your body before it is carrying my child. I want you to have the time and energy to know my people and me before your stomach swells and I become too…protective of your safety.”
He pulled his finger out only to push two back in and I cried out, head falling back when they pressed against the most sensitive spot, deep inside of me, right at the same time his palm connected with my clit.
