Focus, Kim.
“Okay,” I say brightly. “Now your pants.”
Nassakth rubs his knuckles along the curve of my jaw. “Will you do it for me?”
His intense gaze is making me all squirmy and hot (and incredibly distracted), so I nod, my hands on his belt. I unbuckle things and pull fastenings loose, and as I work, I can’t help but notice just how enormous he is, straining against the fabric. He’s making my mouth water and my body ache deep inside. When I tug his trou down, I have to move slowly because they’re wet and stuck to his skin, and it’s like the slow unfurling of a very large, very prominent birthday present. He thrusts free the moment the fabric slides to his hips, so big and engorged that I can’t resist pressing a kiss to the side of his cock as I work his trou down his legs.
Nassakth groans and his hand goes to my hair, holding me against him. “Kiiiim.”
Even though I want to do more, I force myself to ignore him, pulling his trou down to his boots. “You need to get undressed,” I tell him as I stand. “I can’t take your boots off.”
He puts his hands on my shoulders, tugging me against him, and nuzzles at the base of my throat. “Will you get naked with me?”
Considering that the tunic I’m wearing is now completely soaked? This is not a difficult decision. “Of course.”
He drops to his knees and begins to pull off his boots and trou, more focused than he’s been. Either the incentive is working or the noli is starting to wash off and clearing his mind. I take a step backward and tug off my own clothing, letting the tunic fall to the shower floor with a wet slap. My panties are easily discarded and kicked aside, and then I’m just as naked as he is. I slide past him and reach for the soap, only to feel him grab my hips and pull me back against his cock.
“Look at this perfect bottom,” he groans, dragging his length up and down the wet cleft of my ass. “Look at how pretty you are, Kim. So soft and so wet.” He tugs on my hips and puts a hand on the small of my back, positioning me, and then I feel him thrust between my thighs, slick and hard.
I suck in a distracted breath, pressing my hands to the shower walls. He’s impossible like this, and I’m fighting a losing battle—one I’m not sure I want to win at this point. Everything he does is turning me on. His big hands clasp my hips, and I can’t resist wriggling against him. “Nassakth.”
He groans as my pussy works against his cock. “You are a tease, my mate.”
“This is not helping you shower,” I point out, even as he takes a step forward, guiding us toward the shower wall, and then my torso is pressed up along the tile as he rocks against my hips, thrusting between my thighs again.
“I am not interested in showering,” he tells me, voice thick. “I am interested in burying myself in this hot little cunt.”
I suck in a breath. God, he’s killing me with his words and the slow, constant grind of him against my body. “If we do, you’ll regret it in the morning,” I pant. “Because you’re not yourself right now. It’s the noli.” When he’s silent, I know I’m right. It’s pushing him to try and take more from me than Nassakth normally would. Not that I’m complaining. I’m just as worked up as he is. “But we can do other things.”
“Tell me.”
With trembling fingers, I grab the soap pump and try to push it toward him. “If you wash all the pollen off, I’ll ride your face, like you want.”
He growls, low, throaty, and erotic. “You will?”
“Promise.”
Nassakth leans forward, his big body pressing me against the tile, covering me, pinning me under him. “As many times as I want?”
Oh god. I swallow hard. “As many times as you want.”
He reaches over me, pumps the soap into his hand, and begins to wash. All the while, he thrusts between my thighs, his hips rocking against mine as I straddle him.
44
KIM
Nassakth keeps me pinned to the wall as he washes himself, soaping vigorously and fucking me with his eyes as he rubs his skin. He’s making it very clear that this is only the beginning, that once the noli is all washed off, he has no plans of stopping. The thick cock that presses up against my privates tells me that despite washing, he’s just as aroused as ever.
I should probably help him out, wash his mane for him…something. Instead, all I do is cling to his shoulders and pant like a dying woman. I’ve never been so aroused, and when he finishes lathering and moves under the spray, he wraps an arm around my waist, hauling me with him as he goes. He grinds his cock against my pussy as the water cascades over him. “Am I clean enough?” he rasps.