His hands started moving again, achingly slowly. There was a smile in his voice when he spoke, his mouth near her ear, sending goosebumps over her skin. “What is it, little one? What do you need?”
She spun in his grip, soapy wet skin on soapy wet skin. “I need you.”
“I’m here.” He spread his hands wide and smirked.
She pursed her lips. “You know what I mean.”
“Do I?”
The steam now filled the bathroom, and she pouted as he laughed.
“Do you want me to kiss you?”
“Yes.”
He dropped his head and nuzzled her neck below her ear before nipping her lightly with his teeth. She moaned, her head rolling on her shoulders. T’arq slid a hand into her hair to hold her still before dropping his mouth onto hers in a kiss so light she hardly felt it. She tried to move closer, but he held her still, watching with his eyes open as he caught her bottom lip between his teeth.
“Oh!” Her eyes fluttered as she gave in to him.
“That’s it, little one. Let me make you feel good.” His hands reached to cup the heavy weight of her breasts, the nipples hardening against his palms.
“Do you want me to lick your sweet… pussy until you scream?” He pinched one nipple between his fingers, making her stiffen and jerk in his hands, then he soothed it with a lick.
“Oh god, yes!” She felt boneless and weak, letting him arrange her how he wanted. He settled her down to sit, spreading her legs wide and planting her feet on the bench. She felt a moment of panic at being so exposed and tried to close her legs, but as soon as his hands settled on her inner thighs, she relaxed, letting her knees open.
“Look at you. Just dripping for me. You’re a dream come true, little cat.” His voice dropped in pitch as he spoke, hands sliding slowly up her inner thighs until his thumbs reached right where she wanted him.
Her hips jerked, trying to pull closer, and he chuckled and held her still. “So eager for me?”
“I want… I need… T’arq!” She lost all sense of anything except his hands on her, his breath on her skin, and then he was right there.
At the first touch of his tongue, she jumped, and then moaned as he tasted every part of her. One hand spread her open to him, while the other found her sensitive rear entrance.
Her eyes flew open. “T’arq? What—”
“Let me show you how good you can feel.”
She nodded. “All right.”
“Relax and just feel.” He said, then smiled, lowering his head between her legs once more. Soon she was writhing and moaning, his fingers in places she had never thought would feel good, his tongue doing wicked things.
“Oh, fuck!” she cried out as the first waves of pleasure hit her, sending her topping into a mindless state. Krystal was vaguely aware of mumbling incoherent things before T’arq turned, eased her feet back to the floor and, turning the water off, wrapped her in a fluffy towel.
He picked her up as if she weighed nothing and carried her into the main room to place her on his bed. She watched as he toweled himself dry, completely unselfconscious about being naked. She was mesmerized by the way he moved, efficient but as lithe as a dancer. Her eyes followed the lines of muscle as he lifted his hands to towel off his hair, sending his back rippling.
Turning, he caught her watching him and his eyes heated. “Like what you see, little cat?”
She nodded, then looked down and dragged the towel tighter around her.
“What’s wrong?” He was immediately there, tipping her chin back to look into her eyes with concerned ones of his own.
“It’s just that you’re very…” she waved a hand at him, “… and I’m all…” she waved her hand at herself.
He sat next to her on the bed, his thick thigh dwarfing hers. “I don’t understand.” His brows drew together.
“I’m nothing like you!” she burst out.
He smiled grimly. “I know I’m not good enough for you, but I hoped—”
