idea of her soaping his body was an immediate turn-on. Heat flooded into his cocks, making Yorso hard in an instant. Nevertheless, he countered. “And I’m allowed to wash you. Relationships are all about reciprocation.”
She eyed the straining crotch of his trousers. “We have a deal.”
He’d never stripped so fast, getting done in time to help Tina yank off her panties. As he’d promised, he carried her into the lavatory, covering the distance in two strides.
Warm water fell over them, adding to the heat of their skin as they covered each other in suds. Feeling Tina’s hands all over him, touching him with mingled lust and curiosity, had him gasping. He returned the favor with interest. Their moans grew louder as they groped eager, slick flesh.
Chapter Nine
She’d already soaped Yorso twice, but Tina couldn’t touch him enough. Especially the parts of him that she’d been taught were forbidden. He was heavy in her hands, impossibly thick, the veins standing out on his iron-hard cocks.
Tina feared she was clumsy. She paused, unsure now that she held him what else she should do. Before she could figure it out, he whirled her around so that she faced the white wall, staring at rivulets running down its surface.
“Hey!” She tried to turn, but he pinned her, his palm planted between her shoulder blades. His other hand was busy, skimming down the crevice of her ass, tracing the hole, then moving forward to sink two fingers into her pussy.
For a few moments, her will to struggle drained away. Helpless, forced to accept his mastery—it made her as weak as the gorgeous feeling of him moving in and out of her. She stood shuddering as her insides bubbled with delight. His cocks prodded her rear, reminding her of how he’d filled her ass with his seed the night before. Perhaps he planned to do so again, pushing his generous girth into the tight confines that ached so excitingly when he used her there—
No. She wanted something new and, in the Church’s eyes, profane. She found the strength to renew her struggles.
“Stop. Please, Yorso.”
“What? Am I hurting you?” He released her in an instant, pulling her around to face him.
“I’m okay. It’s just that—I missed a spot. I didn’t wash something I should have.”
He shook his head in confusion. “Trust me, my beauty, you’ve washed everything thoroughly.”
“I’m not so sure. I’d better do an up-close inspection.”
She sank to her knees before him. She ran her palms up the insides of his thighs, to the apex.
“Oh. That. Those.” He panted, his chest moving fast. “Um, right. Maybe you did miss them. Thanks for making certain.”
“Mmm-hmm.” With Yorso agreeable to her plan, she carefully gripped him at the base of each shaft. She inhaled, amazed at how the Kalquorian arousal scent reminded her of cinnamon. She hoped he tasted that good.
She licked the smaller of the pair, taking a delicate sample from the tip. She thought of cinnamon rolls. Breakfast pastries, with that sweetish undertone joining the cinnamon bite. She had another, bolder taste. He was warm, his pulse throbbing.
He propped his hands against the shower wall, his lips parted as he watched her. She wasn’t sure what to call his expression, but he didn’t look unhappy. Fascinated? Not quite. There was a sense of surprise, but that wasn’t it either.
She continued to lap his secondary, claiming the slick wetness covering his length. Then she worked on the larger, noting how fast he exuded more sweet-spicy lubrication.
Tina was licking a man’s cocks, his profane flesh as she’d heard a couple of nuns call it during lectures of rejecting sin. She found the forbidden contact exhilarating. Her insides stirred. Her pussy grew slick.
What else could she do? She tried kissing his lengths, using her tongue. He rewarded her with a tremor and a sharp intake of breath. She kept going, trying to think of other ways to delight him. To excite him as his special kisses excited her. She wished she had listened more carefully to the other girls, who’d whispered about boys and what they liked to do after they were married, though Tina suspected they’d only guessed.
No sense in being shy. After all, your mouth is on his stuff, so bashfulness is long past. Ask the expert himself, for heaven’s sake.
Tina rolled her eyes upward to gaze at his face. His expression was as rapt as before.
“I could use some advice since this is my first time trying to—to do this.” She sounded so dumb. “Suggestions?”