Her lids lifted until she looked up at me through her lashes. The look was one she gave me several times last night, usually right after her pleasure peaked.
“I think I do.”
“Only think?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. My tail lashed behind me, and I hoped she would not realize it represented my internal disquiet.
Leda sat up straighter, her breasts bobbing in the water. Her eyes were locked on my bare torso and biceps. “I do want you to.”
Without hesitation, I unlaced my trousers and shoved them down my legs. I rarely wore boots but had put them on before going with the guards to the magistrate’s office. I left the shoes and clothes in a pile on the floor and stepped into the pool.
I tried to ignore the way Leda’s eyes roved over my body, lingering on my cock, but it was impossible. The weight of her gaze was like a physical touch.
I settled on the ledge next to her, keeping space between us. As much as I wanted to pull her body into my lap as I had done in the early morning hours, she was no longer under the influence of herbs and in desperate need of my touch.
It was difficult to believe that our night together was less than a day ago. It felt like another lifetime.
She shifted forward and submerged her face and head in the water. When she sat up, she reached into the recessed shelf that held bathing products.
“Which of these is for washing my hair?” she asked.
I leaned around her to pull out the bottle, but my bare chest pressed against her shoulder and side, and her breast brushed my thigh beneath the water. My half-hard cock was now fully erect and throbbed at the contact.
Her body went completely still against me.
I removed the bottle of liquid soap Masu made for my hair from the shelf and held it up. “This is for your hair.”
She studied the dark brown bottle and the Daemonic lettering etched on the front, but she didn’t reach for it.
“Would you like me to wash your hair?” I asked.
“Would you?”
My answer was to remove the stopper from the bottle and pour it into my palm. She turned her back to me, tilting her head back. I rested the back of her head on my chest and worked the soap through her long brown hair.
She sighed heavily and relaxed into me. It filled me with pride that my female asked me to care for her and trusted me enough to let me. The only shadow over the moment was that she had no idea what she was giving me.
What she was inviting.
When I was done, I pulled her across my knees, cradling her neck in the crook of my arm in order to tilt her back into the water without covering her face with water. Her eyes were closed as I dipped her head below the pool’s surface and used the fingers of my other hand to rinse the soap free.
I lifted her up, prepared for her to move back to her own side of the ledge, but she leaned against my chest, letting her head rest just below my collarbone. Her ass was now cradled between my thighs, and my cock pressed against her hip.
I reached for the conditioning oil and worked it through the strands of her hair before rinsing it again. To my surprise and contentment, she remained in my lap, relaxed and pliant. It stoked the fire in my belly, fueling my desire to make her mine.My instincts screamed that she was accepting my attention because she wanted me to breed her. Though my mind knew better, my muscles tensed with the urge to pin her to the ground, fuck her until she came on my cock, and bite her to bind her to me forever.
Her breasts bobbed above the surface of the pool, her nipples peaking. I wanted to cup them in my hands and revel in the softness of her skin.
“This is nice,” she sighed, nuzzling her cheek against my pectoral.
“Do you want me to wash you?” I asked, unsure why I whispered the question, but it seemed right in the moment.
“Would it bother you?” she asked.
My cock throbbed against her hip, but she didn’t pull away from me.
Again, my answer was to reach for the bar of soap. I lathered my hands and began to work the soap over her skin, beginning with her neck and shoulders. Her position was awkward for this, so I lifted her, turning her body until her back rested against my abdomen and her legs straddled my thighs.
My hands froze on her waist when she lifted her arms, wrapping her hands around the back of my neck. The position lifted her breasts further and left her body completely open and bare for me.
I lathered more soap and ran it down her arms, then down her underarms to her sides. Then, I focused on her belly before slipping my palms up and over her breasts. Her nipples hardened against my palms as I washed the soft curves of her breast and up over her chest.
