Total pages in book: 175
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 166095 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 830(@200wpm)___ 664(@250wpm)___ 554(@300wpm)
“Hey now,” I joke. “This is supposed to be my moment.”
“Right. Because you’re a weirdo and want to wash me. I forgot.” She obediently steps out of the spray, taking a few steps backward. A moment later, she flings her arms wide and closes her eyes. “Go on. Do your worst.”
“Jeez. Stop with all the enthusiasm. You’ll give me a swelled head.” I move to what looks like a soap dispenser on the wall and hammer on the button with the three-fingered hand until the soap squirts onto my palm. “If this is going to be so miserable for you, then we don’t have to do it, all right?”
Bethiah is silent for a long moment, and I turn to look at her. She has her arms crossed over her breasts, as if she’s hugging herself. Her expression is pensive. “I’m not trying to ruin this for you, fluffit. I just…don’t know what you want from me.”
“You sure about that? Because I feel like I’ve been pretty obvious.” I hold up my hand full of bath gel. “You. Me. Soap. Me rubbing my hands all over you in the shower. Me giving you pleasure from my touch. Is that something you don’t want?”
“Didn’t say that.”
“Then let me take care of you.” I take a step toward her, gazing up at her. She’s so tall and I feel like a shrimp next to her. Barefoot, I don’t reach her shoulder, and her horns just make her seem taller. Not intimidating, though. Just lean and lovely and trying so hard not to be vulnerable. “You never let anyone take care of you, do you?”
She tilts her head. “I suppose the question one must ask is ‘why would anyone want to?’”
“Because they like you. Because they want to get to know you better.”
Bethiah looks openly skeptical at that. “This is me we’re talking about, fluffit.”
She’s hinted that there was someone in her past that things didn’t end well with. Most people have that sort of thing, but for some reason, Bethiah seems to think she’s bad news for everyone. I won’t hear of it. I love her strange, irreverent nature. “I know we’re talking about you, silly. I meant every word of it. I like all of you, even when you’re driving me insane or trying to get rid of me.”
“Dora.” Bethiah cups the sides of my face just as I begin to lather my hands, distracting me from my task. I meet her eyes and there’s no laughing, teasing emotion there right now, just worry. “If it seems like I’m trying to get rid of you, I’m not. I’m just trying to do what’s best for you. I don’t want you to feel like you’ve made a mistake staying with the two of us just because we’re the only ones you know. I want you to have options if you need them.”
Aw. “I know I have options.” Most of them involve Risda, but options have always been there. “I want to stay with you and Jamef. You’re my family. And now you’re my lovers.”
“You really are stubborn.”
“I learned it from the best,” I say cheerfully, and then slide my soapy hands over her hips. “So, do you want to tell me what feels good or do I get to figure it out on my own?”
She gives an exasperated little shake of her head and then impulsively leans in and kisses me. “This feels good.”
I go still, closing my eyes and leaning into the kiss. Her lips brush over mine in a feather-light motion, and it always surprises me how soft Bethiah’s kisses are given that her personality is anything but subtle. She kisses like I’m delicate. She kisses like I’m fragile, and need tenderness above all else. Like I’m breakable.
I like it, but sometimes a girl wants more. I rub my soapy hands over her hips and then squeeze her backside as her tongue dances over my lips. When she continues to give me light, playful kisses, I push her back against the tile and kiss her harder. She moans against my lips, and this time, when I tongue her, she meets me with more enthusiasm. “You can’t break me,” I tell her between kisses. “So touch me like you mean it.”
She pulls away from me, panting, and shakes her head. “I always mean it.”
“Good,” I say. “And you’re going to let me pleasure you, right? Make you come like you made me come? You helped me and Jamef get off and didn’t take anything for yourself.”
The cagey look returns to Bethiah’s eyes. “I didn’t want anything. I just like seeing you two enjoy —”
“Liar. I think you want more and you’re afraid to ask.” I reach behind her, stroking the base of her tail and skimming my fingers over the cleft of her buttocks. “Why is it that the boldest woman in the universe doesn’t know how to ask someone to lick her pussy?”