Page 21 of Soren

"Undress." He calls over his shoulder while still working the knobs. Water sprays out from five different spouts, raining down from the ceiling and walls. Steam fills the room shortly, as well as a soft, floral scent that relaxes me all over.

My hands tremble as I slip the robe off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor. It lands in a puddle of soft cloth at my feet.

"There, everything's adjusted. I'll help you--" Soren straightens and turns to face me, but stops cold when he sees me standing there naked.

His eyes rake a hungry trail from my face down my neck, between my breasts, and down my stomach. I can't help but feel vulnerable under his gaze, but my body sweetens in response, wetness already slicking between my legs.

"Join me," Soren says. He wastes no time pulling off his own clothing, then offering me his hand.

This time I'm the one that's staring. I saw my fill of him last night, of course, but that was in the heat of the moment (literally) and we were so tangled up in bed I didn't get a good look at him. Now, under the bright fluorescent bathroom lights, I can see every inch of his tanned golden skin.

My eyes travel from the wide planes of his shoulders and chest, across his thick arms and small waist, down to the massive cock hanging between his legs.

Massive. That's the only word for it. My mouth waters as I take it in. My core clenches in response, the all-too-familiar heat rising once more. It's as thick as my forearm and impossibly long. I suck in breath and jerk my gaze back upward to his face.

How on Earth is that thing going to fit inside of me?

It twitches, almost in response. My hands itch to fondle and caress it. My mouth waters, my stomach tenses. Not to mention the crease between my legs pulsing and quivering in time with every frantic beat of my heart.

"See something you like?" He muses, his smirk sending another rush of shame and pleasure racing through my veins.

I lick my lips, step forward, and take his hand. He helps me into the shower, then joins me and closes the door behind us.

If the shower looked luxurious from the outside, it's nothing compared to what it feels like to be under the steaming streams. The water pressure pounds into my sore muscles, working away the knots and washing away the grime of my journey.

The scent of lavender and soap fills the enclosed space, but there's something else there, too. The smell of him. Soren stands tall and impossibly broad before me, blocking the spray when he moves to press a button for soap. He lathers it in both his hands before turning to me. "Come. Let me wash you."

I pull my hair away from the back of my neck, and he begins.

The soap-slicked palms of his hands glide across my shoulders and up my neck. He washes my arms, then my neck and cleavage before sliding his hands lower to cup my breasts.

Soren's touch is gentle, but firm. My nipples harden immediately, pressing against his palms. I gasp, my breath hitching. I can't help it, even though I know he's barely begun.

He moves his hands more firmly across my breasts, squeezing and rubbing the soft skin. I moan, arching my back and pressing them even more firmly against his hands. Soren chuckles, but he doesn't stop the delicious torment.

"I know it feels good," He whispers, "but I'm only just starting. Let me wash you all over."

I nod, shivering. His hands continue down my body, caressing me all over, paying special attention to every sweet spot. No one's ever washed me before. Especially not like this.

I sigh and lean into him while he works his magic. The soaps and lotions glide over my skin and Soren's hands are everywhere, my skin hot and tight in his wake. The heat from the shower and the heat from my body combine to create a heady, hazy state of arousal that feels like a dream.

Soren works his way down my body, paying attention to every curve and crevice. He slicks down my legs and then back up, painfully slow, until he cups the curve of my ass. I suck in a breath and cling to his broad, wet chest, unable to control the sensations any longer.

His strong, wide hands massage the globes of my ass, inching closer and closer to my slit with each pass. I bite my lip, trying to hide a moan, but he chuckles against me.

"What's the matter? I'm simply trying to make sure you are clean." He rinses his hands of soap and presses further, fingers brushing against my entrance. I bury my head in his chest, letting out a shameful whimper.

"You are so wet for me," he murmurs, breath hot and tingly against my ear.

"Y-yes," I gasp. He pushes his hand between my legs and parts them further, holding my upper body steady. Soren's deft fingers slide across my slick folds before circling the nub of pleasure at my apex. I let out another whimper and my knees tremble.

"Your fingers," I whisper between shaky breaths, "so big..."

"Is that so?" He murmurs against the spray. "You're going to be taking a lot more than just my fingers, love."

This time I can't hold back a moan. I melt into his touch, letting his fingers work their way deeper. Soren's thumb comes to rest on my clit, flicking tight circles as his fingers curl inside me. I thrash and cling to him for dear life, unsure if the blistering heat is from the shower or the slick friction of our bodies.

"Lara," he pants, using his other hand to take my chin and tilt it up toward his own. "Kiss me."

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