Torri sniffed it too.
“Not bad. In fact, I think I like it.”
The soap-stuff didn’t smell floral or sweet—it was more fresh and clean. It reminded her of a mountain stream flowing through the forest, which was nice.
“Well, I guess we’d better give it a try,” she remarked.
Vic smiled at her.
“Be my guest, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.” Torri arched an eyebrow at him. “I will.”
She scooped some of the glittery, dark blue liquid out of his palm and began to wash his broad chest with it.
Vic looked down at her in apparent amusement.
“You’re going to wash me?”
“If you don’t mind.” Torri looked up at him flirtatiously as she scooped up more soap and began running her hands over his broad shoulders and long arms.
“Of course I don’t mind—I love to have your soft little hands on me,” he growled. “As long as you don’t mind if I return the favor.”
He was giving her that hungry look again—the one that made butterflies take off in her stomach.
“All right,” Torri agreed, rather breathlessly. “But I get to go first.”
Reaching for more soap, she proceeded to go around behind him to wash his broad back. The Gemmite soap didn’t foam very much, but it did have that faint, fresh, mountain spring scent she really liked.
She also liked getting to touch the big Kindred’s hard body all over. He really was in the most amazing shape she thought, as she slid her hands down over his firm, muscular ass.
Vic turned his head to look over his shoulder.
“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he murmured, smiling at her.
“Very much,” Torri gave him a flirtatious look and then reached between his legs.
The big Kindred made a noise between a groan and a gasp and stiffened at first. Then he parted his legs to allow her access.
Torri took full advantage of his new position. Sliding her soapy fingers between his thighs, she tickled the heavy sac that hung there, then cupped it in her palm and stroked his balls gently. At the same time, she reached around his trim waist and grasped his long shaft in her other hand. He was so thick, her fingers wouldn’t quite meet her thumb, but Torri didn’t let that stop her. She stroked upwards, using the soap to best advantage as she caressed his big cock.
“Oh, gods, sweetheart!” Vic groaned. The rest of the soap squeezed out of his hand and he leaned forward to put both palms on the blue glass wall for balance, as Torri continued to stroke him.
This new posture made it clear he was open to letting her do whatever she wanted with him, which gave Torri a sense of power. The thought that such a big, muscular male was putting himself in her hands made her feel sexy and strong in a way she never had before during sex.
Chuck had always insisted on being on top—on being in the lead in every situation during sex—and she had mostly let him. Vic’s obvious openness to doing whatever she wanted made her feel free to explore and to take the lead herself and Torri found she liked it—a lot.
“So you say you’re multi-orgasmic?” she asked him, as she continued to stroke and fondle him.
“All…all Kindred males are,” Vic groaned. “Gods, sweetheart—if you keep that up…”
“I’ll make you come?” Torri asked sweetly. “But you won’t mind, since you can come again and again all night long—right?”
“Do what you want with me,” Vic growled softly. He looked down at her, his blue eyes half-lidded with desire and need. “Make me come if you want to. Just know that it’s your turn next, sweetheart.”
His words, spoken in that deep voice, made Torri’s stomach flutter but she didn’t stop stroking.
“What are you going to do to me, when it’s ‘my turn’?” she asked, teasingly.
“Mmm…well first I’m going to run my hands all over your luscious, curvy body,” Vic growled, giving her another hungry look. “And then I’m going to suck your sweet nipples until you get nice and wet for me. After that, I’m going to spread your thighs and give your soft little pussy a tongue bath.”
“Oh…” Torri whispered. God, it turned her on so much when he talked dirty to her! And she found she liked touching him while he did it. She stroked from the base of his thick shaft all the way up to the broad, plum-shaped head, and then back down again, at the same time, tickling his heavy balls which she still had cupped in her other palm.
“Gods, sweetheart…going to…going to come!” Vic’s eyes squeezed shut and every muscle in his big body went tense. Torri felt his shaft swell even bigger in her hand and then a spurt of hot cream bathed his belly—then another and another.
She watched in awe as he continued to come. She remembered thinking that morning that Kindred must make more seed than human men—now she was sure of it. Vic went on and on until she wondered if he was going to dehydrate himself. At last, though, he stopped spurting and opened his eyes, still panting.
“Gods, sweetheart—that was amazing,” he murmured hoarsely. “I’ve never had a female touch me like you do.”
“Well, you’ve never had anyone touch you at all,” Torri pointed out, withdrawing her hands.
“No, and I’ve never wanted to until now…until you.”
He turned and pulled her into his arms again. Bending down, he kissed her passionately, his hands moving restlessly up and down her naked body. Torri could feel him branding her belly again—sure enough, he hadn’t gone down a bit, despite the fact that he had just orgasmed.
“You really are multi-orgasmic,” she remarked, looking down in awe when the kiss finally broke.
“So are you,” Vic murmured. “I’m going to make sure of that tonight, sweetheart. And now it’s your turn to get washed.”
Reaching up to the soap slit in the blue glass wall, he got another handful of the slippery, shiny, mirror-glaze soap and rubbed it between his big palms. Then he reached for Torri.
“Come here-I want your back to my front so I can soap you up properly,” he growled.
Torri moaned softly as he turned her around and brought her close to his hard body. Her shoulders and head were against his chest and she could feel his hard shaft at the small of her back.
Then Vic started washing her.
He began by cupping her bare breasts in his big hands, sliding the slick soap all over her sensitive mounds, and ending by tugging lightly at her tight nipples.
Torri moaned and leaned back against him, thrusting her breasts out to give him better access. She loved the way he was touching her—it was somewhere between a caress and a massage and his big hands felt so good on her—so knowing and gentle and firm at the same time. Again, he seemed to know just how to touch her to give her the greatest pleasure. It really must be a Kindred trait, she thought.
And as he touched her, Vic murmured in her ear.
“Mmm, I love the way your beautiful breasts fill my hands, sweetheart,” he growled softly. “Love how hard your nipples get when I tug on them.” He pinched both sensitive peaks between his thumbs and fingers as he spoke, sending sparks of pleasure from Torri’s nipples straight down to her pussy.
She moaned and pressed her thighs together, feeling her clit throb with need.