It really was bit of a tight fit—not that Torri minded. She didn’t even try to make any space between them. Instead, she leaned against the big Kindred, with her back pressed to his broad chest.
“Vic,” she murmured. “Could you wash me? You know—the way you did on Gemma Alpha Three?”
She could feel him hesitating as she led him further and further down the slippery slope but when she made a soft little sound of pain and pressed back against him, he nodded.
“Of course, sweetheart. Hand me the soap and a washing cloth, please.”
Luckily, Torri had just dumped all the washcloths into the washer earlier that day, so there was no washcloth to hand him.
“I’m afraid you’ll have to use your hands,” she murmured, tilting her chin up to look at him apologetically. “All the cloths are in the laundry right now.”
“Well…” He frowned. “I don’t know if I should use my bare hands on you, sweetheart.”
“Why not?” Torri gave him a wide-eyed look of surprise and innocence. “You did it before.”
“Yes, but we were intent on pleasuring each other then,” Vic pointed out. “Now, every intimacy we take, will make it that much harder to part again in the morning.”
“But I’m only asking you to wash me because I don’t feel good.” Torri gave him a pitiful look. “Please, Vic? You act like I’m trying to seduce you,” she added, frowning.
“Forgive me.” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to imply…that is, of course I’ll wash you, sweetheart.”
“Thank you, Vic. Here—use some of that bodywash, okay?” She pointed to the correct bottle and the big Kindred pumped a couple of squirts of the slippery soapy liquid into his hands. It was so much like what they had done on Gemma Alpha Three that Torri’s heart ached. She had to keep him with her—had to get around those stupid loyalty protocols!
And then Vic’s big, warm hands, all slippery with soap, started sliding up and down her shoulders and back, driving every other thought away.
“Mmmm, Vic! That feels so good,” she murmured, pressing back against him so that her ass made contact with his crotch. She could feel his hardness throbbing against her lower back and smiled, knowing that she was having an effect on him.
“Your skin is so soft and smooth,” he murmured in her ear, his big hands sliding around to cup her breasts. “I love the feel of you in my hands.”
“And I love the feel of your hands on me,” Torri whispered back, breathlessly. She thrust her breasts outward, urging him on. Vic took the hint, tugging lightly on her tight nipples, sending sparks of pleasure straight down between her legs. “Mmm, that feels so good, Vic! Wash me everywhere, okay?” she purred, rubbing against him shamelessly.
“As you wish.” His deep voice was slightly hoarse as his big hands slid lower.
Torri parted her legs for him obligingly and moaned as he first massaged her inner thighs, and then cupped the bare mound of her pussy. This was another reason why she loved being clean-shaven, she thought—his long fingers could slip inside her so much more easily.
But Vic hadn’t slipped his fingers in yet—he was still just cupping her, as though he wasn’t sure if he ought to go so far. Clearly, he was still worried that any intimacy between them would result in difficulty in him parting from Torri again. Which was exactly her plan.
“Vic,” she murmured, pressing her pussy boldly into his cupped hand and opening her legs a little wider. “Please could you wash me, you know, inside?”
“I shouldn’t, sweetheart,” he murmured.
“Please?” Torri begged breathlessly. Spreading her legs a little more, she tilted her hips forward so that two of the big Kindred’s long fingers slipped between her swollen outer pussy lips and into her wet depths.
“Gods, sweetheart, I can feel how wet and hot you’re getting,” Vic growled in her ear.
“I just…just need you to wash me,” Torri whispered. “Please, Vic—wash deep inside me—wash my pussy.”
The big Kindred groaned but his long fingers were already slipping deeper into her slippery folds and finding her clit.
“Oh God!” Torri moaned softly. “Yes, Vic, wash me there. Wash my Goddess Pearl—please.”
Vic didn’t protest any more. He began to circle her sensitive little button just the way he knew she liked him to. Torri panted and parted her thighs even wider.
“In…inside me too, Vic,” she whispered. “Don’t…don’t forget to wash all the way inside me.”
“You mean deep in your hot little pussy?” he growled in her ear. As he spoke, two long, strong fingers found their way to her entrance and then slid fully into her pussy channel.
“Ahhh! Yes…yes, please!” Torri gasped. She gyrated her pelvis against him, pumping her hips shamelessly as he stroked inside her with his long fingers. She could feel his hard cock branding her back in earnest now—he seemed to have gotten even bigger and harder since he’d started touching her.
Now if only I can get him inside me…she thought. But could she fit something so big inside her pussy? I’ll worry about that when I get to it, she told herself. For now, she was just about to come…
But just as she was reaching the edge, Vic withdrew his fingers.
Torri gave a disappointed little cry and turned her head to look up at him.
“Vic, I was so close! Why did you stop?”
“Because…” There was a hungry look on his dark face. “If you’re going to come, I don’t want you to come on my fingers, sweetheart. I want you coming on my tongue.”
And he dropped to his knees before her and pressed a hot, eager kiss between her thighs.
Torri had never been much for shower sex before she’d met the big Kindred scout, but everything was different with Vic. She felt sexy and loved and supported, since his muscular arms were wrapped around her hips, holding her firmly in place as his hot tongue invaded her.
Then he pressed her back against the wall of the shower and hiked one of her legs over his broad shoulder. Torri gasped and grabbed for his other shoulder and the top of his head for support. The new position opened her even wider for Vic’s lashing tongue and she moaned helplessly as he lapped her fully, sliding over her wet folds as though he couldn’t get enough of her secret flavor.
“Oh! God, Vic—yes!” she moaned, her fingers tightening in his thick, black hair as she rode his face shamelessly. “You’re going to make me come! Going to make me come so hard!”
Her words seemed to spur him on because he redoubled his efforts, lapping and swirling the tip of his tongue around and around her swollen clit, before sucking it into his mouth and giving it special attention.
Torri could feel her passion building, her orgasm rushing towards her like a speeding train. When it hit her, it felt like her whole body was exploding outwards into sparks of light and pleasure. She gasped and stiffened, her hands tightening in Vic’s hair in what had to be a painful grip.
But the big Kindred seemed to love it. He growled hungrily and lapped harder, pushing her further, prolonging her pleasure, as though he couldn’t get enough of her moans and gasps.