knee — all the way to my hip. She moved to the other leg, and when she reached my other hip, she methodically washed my balls and dick. One swipe, almost as you’d expect a medical professional to clean someone. She moved behind me, washed my ass cheeks, and moved to my back. My arms were next, then my abs and my chest.
“Rinse.”
It was an order, but I did it anyway. She handed me the washcloth and stepped to the same spot I’d been, and lifted her arms.
I tried for the same detachment, but I didn’t pull it off. Her outer pussy lips and nipples were cleaned a little better than the rest of her body. Also, I couldn’t resist a single swipe between her butt cheeks — just because.
And no, we weren’t dirty, but I know I always want to rinse the hot tub chemicals off, and it seemed she did, too.
She dried me first, and she took longer making sure my cock and balls were dry than was absolutely necessary. I dried everything except her pussy on the way up. When I got to her nipples, I licked them dry. Her already flat belly pulled in and she caught her breath, but she didn’t tell me not to.
She put her hair in a towel. I ran one over my head a few times until my hair didn’t drip, and called it good.
“I feel like there’s a wet spot between your legs that needs special attention,” I told her as I lifted her into my arms. She leaned into me, but didn’t grab me. She trusted me to hold her.
Cheyenne
He settled me in the center of the king-sized bed, crawled between my legs, and licked between my lips. Since I’d changed and come back to human, I was hairy, but he didn’t seem to mind. Strong fingers spread my lips apart, and the heat of his tongue licked me all over between them. I didn’t know what to do with my hands, or my feet. I grabbed under the headboard, and propped my feet on his shoulders and he didn’t tell me not to.
“Fuck, that feels good.”
He’d never eaten me out. Never. Gears had a time or two, but none of the other bikers had.
Frost used those long, skillful fingers and his warm, rough tongue, and my world narrowed so that was all that mattered. My pulse raced, my insides clenched, my hips thrust and moved, but I couldn’t quite reach an orgasm.
Frustration wanted to set in, but I knew Frost could get me off. This wasn’t going to be like the other men I’d fucked after I walked away from the club — I’d enjoyed the sex, but I couldn’t climax. Frost had made me come before, surely he could do it again. I didn’t have to panic.
When he finally rose over me and put his cock at my entrance, our gazes locked a few seconds before he sank into me, and it felt as if his gaze penetrated me as much as his oh-so-fat cock.
“You’ve never gone slow before.”
“Never wanted to make sure I remembered every second before.”
He pressed all the way in and held, stretching me wide. I’d forgotten how intense he was when he was all the way inside, opening me more than anyone ever had. I grabbed the blanket under me in my fists and arched my back. My walls squeezed and throbbed around his hard, fat length. “Fuck, Frost.”
He didn’t move. “Giving me orders?”
“No.” I let go of the blanket with my right hand and touched his wrist, near my head. His arms were straight. His body above me. I caressed his arm and felt the rock-hard muscles.
“You’re holding back? Why?”
“Giving you time to get used to me.”
“Why?”
He bent his arms, leaned his head down, and kissed my forehead. “You’re special. Need to show you.”
“You’ve done that. The helmet. Waterfall. Dinner. Hot tub. Conversation. Please, Frost. I need you to just fuck me now. If I don’t have an orgasm tonight, I’m going to cry.”
I was horrified as soon as the words came out of my mouth, but I couldn’t take them back. He hesitated a good three seconds before he pulled out, slammed home, and fucked me hard. I had no time to be emotional from my over-share, because nothing existed in the world except Frost’s cock, fucking owning me. Bodies slapping. Friction. The world spun and went fuzzy, my entire body went hot.