Chapter Fourteen
“If you let me take a shower with you, I can help you scrub your back,” Treffon said winningly as she climbed in.
The shower was a pod-shaped cubicle that dispensed anything from a fine mist to a bracing torrent of warm water. Rounded alcoves inset into one wall held glass bottles of colored liquids and waxy-looking spheres that Violet assumed were some kind of soap. She picked one up and sniffed it. It smelled of snarfleberries. “Hmmph. I can scrub my own back. I’ve been doing it for years.”
“But I would be better at it.”
“I doubt it.” But she was wavering.
“How will you ever know if you do not let me try? The question will plague you. It will keep you awake in the night. You will always be wondering.” Treffon had somehow shed his clothes in a heartbeat, when she wasn’t looking.
“What question was that?” She couldn’t stop staring at his enormous erection.
“I forget.” He climbed into the shower and turned the water on.
She pressed herself against him and wrapped her arms around his neck. His erection pressed insistently against her belly, and slick moisture trickled from her core at the memory of that satin-over-stone length thrusting into her. She wriggled against him, stretching up on tiptoes to kiss him hungrily, dragging his head down to hers.
But he pulled away. “Not yet,” he murmured, and he took the sphere of snarfleberry soap from its little alcove, rolling it around in his hands until his palms were slippery and sudsy.
He turned her away from him, so her back was pressed against his front, and he soaped her breasts with slow, thorough care. His slick palms moved over her sensitive flesh in smooth circles as he worked his way lower, soaping her belly and lathering the curly hair between her legs. The sweet, tangy scent of snarfleberries rose in the air around them and the warm water ran down over their bodies in rivulets.
She yelped and wriggled as he kneeled behind her, nipping her buttock with his teeth as he worked his soapy hands between her thighs, washing her pussy tenderly and thoroughly. She moaned and tilted her hips, pushing back against his fingers, but his hands moved lower, smoothing over her thighs and calves before guiding her around again so he could wash her feet.
He kneeled on the floor at her feet, all smooth, coiled muscle, looking up at her, water beading in his thick eyelashes. He slid his hand up her calves, pushing her thighs apart, then pulled her closer so he could press his face between her legs, parting her pussy lips with his fingers so he could lap at her clit.
She shuddered and moaned, twining her fingers in his hair as he worked at her core with his lips and tongue, flicking and teasing until her legs were trembling and she was biting her lip to muffle her moans.
Then he surged to his feet and pressed her back against the wall of the shower pod, kissing her ravenously. She could taste herself on his mouth, along with a faint trace of the soap. He pulled back for just long enough to hook his hands behind her thighs and hoist her effortlessly off her feet, sandwiching her against the wall as he slid smoothly inside her.
His rhythm was quick and confident, stoking her towards orgasm, and when he felt her first tremors and heard the telltale catch in her breathing, he pressed his mouth against hers to catch her moan of release. He kept pumping his hips until he’d wrung every last spasm from her, and then he swung her into his arms and carried her through to the bedroom, where he deposited her in the middle of his enormous bed. Her damp limbs made a watermark angel on the satin bedspread.
Treffon lay down, stretching his big body alongside hers. He tiptoed his fingers over her collarbone and down her sternum, drinking in the sight of her.
Her eyes fluttered open and she wrapped her fingers around his still-erect cock, squeezing gently and murmuring, “We need to take care of this.”
He groaned and covered her hand with his, moving her palm up and down his shaft, showing her how he liked it. He released her hand and sprawled on the bed, legs parted, as she kept up the rhythm he’d started. She hooked her leg over his for a better angle, and at the end of the upstroke she smoothed her thumb over the head of his cock, catching and spreading the slippery bead of precum.
Treffon groaned low in his throat, pushing his head back against the pillow and fisting his hands in the covers. He gave a low moan of frustration when Violet’s hand stopped moving on his rigid length, but she had something else in mind.
She swung her leg over his pelvis so she was straddling him. He grasped her hips and gazed up at her with painfully blue eyes, his lips parted and his breath coming in unsteady gasps.
Violet wrapped her fingers around his twitching cock again, positioning the blunt tip against her slick opening and pushing down just a little so he was barely inside her – a deliberate tease. He tried to thrust up, to push inside her, but she backed off, shaking her head teasingly until he subsided against the mattress with a pained groan of frustration.
She smoothed her hands over his chest, then braced her palms on the bed and began to work her way slowly down his shaft. He uttered a guttural curse, then moaned as she pressed down further, rolling her hips a little as she accommodated his length.
She meant to go slowly, she really did, but his thick cock inside her, filling her, just felt too good. As she moved above him, watching the changing expressions on his face, she was filled with a heady sense of power that thrilled through her, making her clench hard around his twitching dick.
Then she couldn’t stand the tease anymore. She rode him fast, working her hips and throwing her head back, moaning as her climax started to build. Treffon’s hands moved from her hips to her waist, then to her breasts, kneading the plump flesh before pinching and pulling her nipples. That sent a bolt of sensation straight to her clit, and she collapsed over him, offering her breasts to his hungry mouth as she continued to squirm on top of him, working his length in and out of her sopping pussy. He rolled his hips to meet hers as he sucked her nipple, and they were lost in each other’s bodies, beyond words or thought.
Their hearts beat in a wild syncopated rhythm, their breath harsh and gasping, until Violet gave a sudden, ragged moan and spasmed around Treffon’s length, trembling against him as his cock twitched and he came, shouting her name in a hoarse, desperate voice.
It took long, exquisite, sticky minutes for them to ride out the last of the spasms, until they lay limp and exhausted in each other’s arms, drifting away into a peaceful, dreamless sleep.