Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79726 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 399(@200wpm)___ 319(@250wpm)___ 266(@300wpm)
Still, I dare to ask, “May I wash you clean?”
She’s still facing forward, and I hear her small inhale of breath before her quiet, furtive voice comes. “Yes. Please.”
My hand trembles as I reach forward to touch the flesh I was just so intimate with. Looking around, I find the soap. I rub my hands together to create suds, then dare to touch the sweet globes of her ass. She trembles at my touch, and I know it’s not from cold. It’s far too steamy for that.
“Is this too much?” I ask, my open palms paused on her wide, sumptuous ass cheeks.
“N-no,” comes her stuttered voice. “P-please.”
Maybe it’s wrong to steal this moment when Remus isn’t here. But she needs to be cleaned after our release. It’s what I tell myself anyway as I slide my hand down between the seam of her ass, working my soapy fingers toward the anus we were just buried inside.
She hisses when I come in contact with her sensitive back entrance. My cock surges with blood again, but I ignore it. I instead focus on her, reaching up and detaching the shower head so I can direct the spray toward where I’ve just been washing. I spray with one hand and wash thoroughly with the other as soap and the remnants of our cum drip down her inner thighs.
“So beautiful,” I can’t help hissing. She’s slightly bent over so I can aim the spray better, her gorgeous ass pushed back. From this angle, her pussy winks at me, and so badly I want to give it attention under the guise of ‘washing it,’ too.
“Is this wrong?” she whispers, suddenly standing up and spinning around to look up at me with innocent doe eyes. It takes everything within me not to stare down at her gorgeous, dripping breasts. “I mean,” she frowns, looking so confused. “I’m with Remus. And I know he seemed okay with what just happened.” She shakes her head, frowning harder. “But this. . .” She waves a hand between us.
“Don’t worry,” I say, ignoring every instinct that tells me to swoop down and press my advantage. I want to take her lips. I want to press her against the marble and work that sweet pussy of hers some more. I want to drop to my knees and taste her with my tongue until she forgets she ever knew my brother’s name.
Instead, I merely place a tender kiss on her forehead. “We can get out and dry off now.” I reach behind her and turn off the shower. I can’t help noticing her gasped breath as I do so, though, because my cock is still hard and long. But I won’t push.
She’s been so brave, so unafraid to open herself to us. Yes, I might wish I could kiss and taste her, but I will not beg heaven for the whole kingdom when I have been given a day pass to the palace.
She doesn’t say anything as we step out of the shower into the steamy bathroom. I hand her a large, sumptuous bath towel and stay mute as I tie a towel around my waist and then take another to gently wrap around her hair.
I lead the way back into the other room, where clothing has been discretely laid out for us on a cart just inside the door. Did Remus not lock the door when they came in? Oh well, some servant or other likely got an earful because we were not quiet in the bathroom.
Lo-Ren turns her back to me as she dresses, so I do the same to give her privacy. Not that I will ever forget the sight or feel of her wet, naked body in my arms or how she clenched around me while I was inside her. No, that is not something a man gets over quickly or ever.
I’ve gotten so used to her silence that I’m a little startled when she suddenly speaks. “Are you okay with what just happened? Because god, to wake up to that, and not to have any say in what’s happening— We’re barely even friends, and then you wake up to Remus being intimate with me with your own body. I can’t even imagine what any of this has been like for you or how weird—”
“Not weird at all,” I say, turning back to her as I yank a well-fitted sweater over my head. She’s dressed in a similar dark sweater and shapely, fitted jeans. “I know I haven’t always expressed myself well. But I find you very attractive.”
She frowns and I am frustrated with myself. For famously being a tactician, now that it is my moment with the woman that I’ve begun to long for, I am not finding the words well. “I mean that I like you very much.”