Yeah, that was the truth.
“Jocelyn?” I murmured.
“Mmm?”
“I want to touch you again. Is that okay?”
I felt her stiffen for a moment, then she reached for one of my hands. Maybe it was easier since she was facing away from me, but she guided that hand to her breast and held it there.
“Yes,” she breathed, and I smiled against her wet hair.
Slowly, carefully, I washed her, the warm water sluicing away my scent from her. But my touch made up for it; I could smell her arousal growing. I pushed her thighs to straddle mine, so when I spread my knees slightly, her legs splayed open as well. My cock throbbed fully erect against her back, but I ignored it in favor of touchingher.
Her cunt was soon as wet as it had been an hour ago, and it had nothing to do with the steam from the shower. I stroked, I teased, until she was moaning in my lap. When she grabbed my hand and pressed the base of my palm against her clit, I felt myKteerhowl with pride.
“That’s it, Kitten,” I murmured. “Show me what you like.”
She did.
Gods below, she did.
I made love to her slowly, with my fingers and palms and breath on the back of her neck. There was no insistence, no desperation, just the two of us reveling in the sensations, and myKteerpurred the whole damn time.
Soon she was squirming breathlessly on my lap. “Brakkor, I want…” The plea turned into a moan as I curled my fingers inside of her.
“Not enough?” I slid my fingers from her weeping core. “You want something thicker?”
“Please…” she whimpered.
And I smiled wickedly as I held her hips, guiding her upward until my cock sprang forward and nestled against her entrance from behind, her legs trembling to stay on her toes. “Ready, Kitten?”
Her response was to sink down atop my cock with a low groan. Deeper, further, lower, until she was fully seated, and her orgasm crashed over her. When she gasped my name this time, the echoes off the shower made it sound even louder.
This was a bit of orc biology my father had once explained to me as being useful to ensure our Mates were properly lubricated for sex. I’d scoffed, even then, because how gullible did he think I was?Mateswere just a bullshit term for partner, and I didn’t need a long-term commitment like that in my life.
But I have to admit, the instant orgasms made me popular with my hookups.
I wrapped my arms around Jocelyn, my forearms pressing into her stomach, holding her flush against me as she jerked and groaned atop my cock. Unable to help myself, I slid my hand down to her cunt, and pressed against her clitoris the way she liked, prolonging her pleasure.
And I rested my back against the slick tile and focused on the feel of her inner muscles squeezing my cock. It was…remarkable. It was like every bit of me was absorbed by that sensation, feeling her coming around me.
It left me breathless.
Like I was witnessing a miracle.
Which was fucking stupid, because I’d had plenty of women come on my cock in the past, so why wasthisone feeling like a religious experience? I was content to just sit there andfeel her, rather than worry about my own pleasure.
And when her orgasm quietly faded, as it eventually did, I was there to soothe her with gentle strokes and caresses, and a kiss on her bare shoulder.
Then, not even trusting myself to speak, I lifted her from my cock and gently finished cleaning her. Then I lifted her from the shower, wrapped her in a fluffy bath towel, and carried her—with me still dripping water behind—to the couch, where I spread her out and knelt between her legs and licked her until she came again.
It was like I couldn’t get enough of the taste of Jocelyn Dupont.
She came twice before the room service arrived, then we spent an hour resting and feeding each other. I loved her unique combination of shy and bold, how she could do something utterly wicked while blushing so fiercely. I loved that she could meet my eyes when she told me what she wanted me to do with her, but not when she said what she wanted to do to me.
And I loved the taste of her. Gods below, I loved the taste of her.
MyKteerwasn’t silent; it howled in response to her pleasure, urging me towardmore, more, addicted to the sound of my name on her lips.
