I pictured Laikyn on all fours, presenting her delectable ass to me. “Let’s get you cleaned, then we’ll see about getting you preening.” Her sweet arousal perfumed the air. When she didn’t move, I picked her up by the waist, loving how my hands didn’tlook too big for her. Mother Nature created this one being just for me.
“Dang it. I forgot to unpack my bath gel and stuff,” Laikyn muttered.
“That’s okay. You’re just gonna smell like me anyway.” I placed her under the warm spray, then began lathering up my hands with my body wash. If I had my way, she’d always smell like me, from her head to her toes.
“I can see what you are thinking, Mr. Styles.” She leaned into my touch, her breasts filling my palms.
“Good,” I grunted.
Bullshit. It was perfect. I brushed my body against hers, igniting all the nerve endings on my body. I measured her breasts in my palms, weighing them as I cupped them, rubbing my thumbs back and forth across the nipples. The slight hitch in her breathing let me know she liked what I was doing.
I turned her around, facing the cold tile wall of the shower, my front pressed against her back. Using my thigh, I split her legs apart. She shuddered against the bunched muscles of my leg.
“Oh, God, more.” Laikyn reached back for my dick, but I grabbed her wrists and placed them on the wall. “Not yet.”
Lathering up my hands with shampoo, I washed her hair, then ran my fingers down her back, rubbing her shoulders and along her sides till I reached the rounded curve of her ass. “Damn, I love your ass.” I ran my finger between her crack. When she tensed up, I gave a firm tap to one cheek. “This is mine. Right, Mon Chaton?”
“Yes!” She glanced over her shoulder, drops of water falling over us.
I grabbed the shower head. “Close your eyes, baby.” I waited till she turned back to face the wall, knowing she’d listen to me. I rinsed her hair, then replaced the shower head before latheringup my hands with more shower gel. Kneeling, I washed Laikyn’s legs from her feet up, pausing at the apex of her thighs. She pushed her ass back at me, needing me to touch her there, but I ignored her silent command.
“My turn,” I said, lifting Laikyn away from the wall and taking her place under the spray.
“Hey, what about me?” she pouted up at me.
I raised one brow. “I cleaned you. Quite thoroughly, I might add.” I held the bodywash out to Laikyn. My cock bobbed in front of us, the heavy length too hard to stay upright.
“Um, is that thing bigger than before?” She asked.
“He’ll fit,” I promised. In all honesty, I was a little worried myself. My dick appeared larger than ever.
“Fine, but if you split me in two, I’m the only doctor around here, so you’ll be screwed.” She wagged a soapy finger at me.
I laughed, then groaned as her hands began stroking my chest. Torture. Sweet torture was what she was doing to me. Laikyn knelt in front of me, doing the same as I did to her, washing every inch of me except the part begging for her lips. Finally, she grasped me. The thick stalk of my cock barely fit in her grip. My eyes nearly slid to the back of my head as her hand slid up my cock, her slick palm moving easily with the soap.
With her on the floor, kneeling at my feet, I was sure I’d never seen a more beautiful sight. The large mushroom-shaped head of my dick was purple and almost painful to the touch with its need for release. I wanted our first time, the time I claimed her to be on our bed. Not in the shower. I pulled her hand off me, making her squeak as I lifted her.
“Not here.” I stepped from the shower, shutting the water off before drawing her with me. Using a large fluffy towel, I made quick work of getting the water off us both, then lifted her into my arms and swept her into the bedroom. My large bed was awork of art. The big black wooden frame was solid, with the post thicker than my legs.
“Tonight, I make you mine.” I kissed Laikyn, our lips meeting, molding like our bodies. She threaded her hands in my hair, holding me to her.
“And I make you mine.”
He let out a sound, a cross between a growl and a groan. I was done with the teasing, the tormenting. I wanted to get on with the claiming. Kellen sat me on the waist-high bed. I might have protested the loss of contact, but as I watched the flex and play of his naked ass, while he lit a few candles, I got a moment to catch my breath. He picked up a remote, and immediately the stone fireplace roared to life, creating an ambiance all its own.
The green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. Kellen spun back to face me, an alarmed look on his too handsome face. He closed the distance between us, coming back to my side, and pressed me onto my back. The soft bedding cushioned my back.
“What were you thinking?” He leaned down, resuming his exploration of my body with kisses.
I turned my head to face the dancing flames. “Look at me, Mon Chaton.”
“I just wondered how many other women you’ve set up the scene for like this.” I waved my hand in the air.
A sharp nip of his teeth on the top of my breast had me gasping. “I’ve not brought other women here, Lake. This was...is my home. The place I meant for me, my mate, and our children someday. I didn’t want it smelling like another woman.”
Had I thought he’d lie or somehow had a parade of women in and out of this room, I’d still have wanted him. Now, knowingI was the first, the banked need in me rose, flaring to life with more intensity than I’d thought possible.
“I love you, Kellen.”
