“Nothing,” he growled. “Here—take your shower.”
He twisted the nozzle and stepped back, leaving her in the shower stall by herself.
Lan’ara missed his touch at once, but she barely had time to think about it. A blast of vibrations suddenly rippled over her body, bathing her in the strangest sensations she could ever remember feeling.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, uncertain if she liked the feeling or not. It was so odd and tingly—all over her body. But there was no doubt it stimulated her more sensitive areas.
She parted her legs experimentally and nearly moaned when the invisible force slipped between her thighs and vibrated her pussy. She had an idea the sensation would be even more intense if she parted her outer lips and let the sonic waves “wash” her little pleasure button, but she didn’t know what Need would think about her if she did that. So she just concenrated the best she could on getting clean.
What else could she do?
Twenty
Goddess, the girl looked fucking gorgeous all naked like that with the sonic waves lapping at her, Need couldn’t help thinking. It was clear they were stimulating her too—a side effect of the sonic shower he had completely forgotten to warn her about. Damn it, the whole idea of getting her a shower instead of a bath had been to keep the fucking wash blossoms from molesting her. And now here they were, with the sonic waves doing the exact same thing—maybe even worse!
Need cursed himself for a fool as he watched her try not to pant with desire while the waves caressed her exposed nipples and pussy. Though she was clearly trying to hide her need, her body betrayed her. Her cheeks were flushed and her breath was coming faster. The tight, berry dark peaks of her nipples were erect and beads of amber liquid were forming on their tips. Not only that, but her pussy honey was flowing—he could see her inner thighs getting shiny with it and smell the warm, fragrant, feminine scent of her desire.
Ought to stop this now, Need told himself roughly. Ought to turn off the damn shower and get her out of there.
Instead he asked roughly, “What’s wrong with you girl? You have a pain somewhere?”
“A…a pain?” Her eyes were cloudy with lust.
“Yes, a pain,” Need growled, wondering if she remembered their earlier conversation. “Why else would you be panting like that when you’re only taking a damn shower?”
“Oh.” Comprehension filled her gold-flecked eyes. “Oh, yes, my Lord,” she murmured. “I…I do have a pain, as it happens.”
“And what pain is that?” Need demanded. “Show me, girl—show me where it hurts.”
“Here.” Reaching for him, she guided his hands to her body. First he cupped her breasts, squeezing lightly to make the beads of amber nectar swell until they broke and slid down the undersides of her full mounds, making sweet, sticky trails. Then Lan’ara took one of his hands and slid it down, over her trembling belly, to rest between her legs.
“Here, my Lord,” she whispered again, parting her thighs. “I have a pain here.”
“Here?” Need repeated, cupping the soft, hot mound of her pussy.
“Yes, but deeper.” She shifted her hips and suddenly he felt her outer lips part and his fingers were sliding into her slippery inner folds to caress the tender little button of her Goddess Pearl.
Lan’ara moaned breathlessly and shifted her hips again, rubbing against him like a feline desperate to be stroked.
Feeling mesmerized, Need bracketed her tight little pearl between his index and middle fingers and let her work herself against him—let her fuck herself on his hand. Gods, she was beautiful when she was in need, he couldn’t help thinking.
But even this didn’t seem to be enough to satisfy Lan’ara.
“D-deeper, my Lord,” she pleaded, rubbing against him more desperately. “Please, I…I need you deeper. The pain…it’s so far inside me.”
“Are you sure about that?” Need frowned. “Sure you want me in you where that damned stick-thing went?”
For a moment her eyes were shadowed, but then she shook her head, as though pushing away the bad memory.
“You healed me of that, my Lord,” she said. “Please, inside me.”
Need could resist her no longer. It wasn’t just that she was beautiful and naked and offering herself to him—it was the fact that she genuinely seemed to need his touch—a need that bordered on pain.
“All right, girl,” he murmured, looking down into her eyes. “Spread your thighs for me. I’ll go as deep as you want me to.”
“Thank you, my Lord,” Lan’ara moaned softly. She opened her thighs wide, bracing her hands for balance against the tiled walls on either side of her.
Need felt her slippery little pussy open for him like a flower and then he was sliding two fingers into her narrow virgin entrance, feeling her slick, inner flesh part just for him as she threw back her head and moaned while he entered her. He kept pressing up and in until he found the end of her channel and filled her completely.