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)
“Thank you, Vic.” Torri leaned against him, making sure to press her bare breasts against his side enticingly. “Could you take off my panties, too?”
He hesitated again, then nodded.
“As you wish, sweetheart.”
Kneeling before her, he tugged the lacy panties down, revealing her smooth pussy mound.
“Thank you, Vic.” Torri made a big show of leaning on his broad shoulders for support as she stepped out of the panties, making certain he got a good look at her naked body, as he knelt before her. She noticed that the big Kindred tried to look away…but couldn’t quite manage to. Well, that was fine—let him look all he wanted.
She was trying to seduce him after all.
When she was finally completely naked, she had him turn on the shower but just as she was about to step in, she swayed dizzily.
“Torri? Are you all right?” Vic gripped her by the shoulders, looking down at her anxiously. “Maybe a shower is a bad idea right now,” he said.
“No—no, I really want one. I think it will help me feel better,” Torri protested. “But maybe if…” She nibbled her lower lip and looked up at him appealingly. “Maybe if you could come in with me? Like you did on Gemma Alpha Three?”
Vic frowned.
“I don’t know—I probably shouldn’t let myself be naked with you, sweetheart. It would be too easy to give in to temptation.”
“Who said anything about temptation?” Torri asked innocently. “I just don’t want to fall down in the shower. I know this is a tighter fit than the Gemmit shower stall, but I think it’s big enough for both of us if we try. Please, Vic?” she added pleaded. “I really need a shower to warm me up and clear my head after that awful scene with Chuck and Amanda!”
Vic stroked her cheek gently and looked down into her eyes.
“All right. But I want you to sit where I can watch you so you don’t fall over while I get undressed,” he said sternly.
Torri sat obediently on the closed lid of the toilet and watched as he stripped off his uniform, baring his big, muscular body just for her. God, he was gorgeous! She wanted to run her hands all over him—and maybe her tongue too. But she reminded herself that she was supposed to be ill and frail, so she just admired his nude form as he got undressed.
When he had taken off everything, Vic came over to help her up. She swayed slightly and leaned against him, loving the feel of his warm, naked flesh against her own.
“Come on, sweetheart, let’s get you into the shower,” he murmured. Putting an arm around her, he guided her into the shower stall and wedged himself in with her.
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.