Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 110492 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 552(@200wpm)___ 442(@250wpm)___ 368(@300wpm)
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.
“Vic! Oh God…”
“Do you like to let me wash you?” he murmured, still stroking and caressing her breasts. “Do you like it when I wash you all over, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” Torri panted breathlessly. “I can’t help it—you know I do.”
“Then are you ready to spread your legs for me and let me wash your soft little pussy?” Vic growled in her ear. “Are you ready to open up and let me in?”
“I…I think so,” she panted.
“Good.” Vic’s big, warm hands slid down her trembling abdomen to her inner thighs. “Open up for me, Torri,” he murmured. “Open up and let me stroke your soft little pussy until you come for me.”
Moaning helplessly, Torri did as she was told. Spreading her legs, she felt him massaging her inner thighs at first. Then one big hand slid inward to cup the mound of her pussy. She was glad all over again that she had shaved the night before. She loved the feeling of his big, soap-slick hand stroking over her smooth flesh.
“Gods, I love your soft little pussy,” Vic growled hoarsely. “Are you ready to let me in now, Torri? Ready to let me stroke inside your soft folds?”
“God, yes!” she moaned as his big fingers slipped into her pussy and began to circle her aching clit. “Yes, Vic—please don’t stop!”
“Won’t stop until you come for me,” he promised, as he continued to stroke her. “Gods, you’re so hot and wet, sweetheart! I love how you open right up for my fingers. Can’t wait to taste you when you open up for my tongue, too.”
Torri moaned again. She was suddenly right on the edge—the gentle, relentless way the big Kindred was circling her clit was driving her closer and closer to orgasm. God, how did he know exactly how to touch her? Chuck hadn’t been able to find her clit with two hands and a flashlight! But Vic, despite having no experience, seemed to know exactly where it was and exactly how she liked to be caressed there.
“Vic!” she moaned, her hips bucking as the first wave of pleasure hit her. “Oh God, Vic!”
“That’s right, sweetheart—come for me,” he growled, continuing to stroke her. “This is only the beginning—I’m going to make you come all night long.”