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)
“You’re sure that’s soap?” she asked, looking at it dubiously. It looked more like the mirror glaze stuff you saw people pouring over cakes in baking tutorials.
Vic sniffed it.
“It smells like liquid soap and seems to have the same consistency.”
Torri sniffed it too.
“Not bad. In fact, I think I like it.”
The soap-stuff didn’t smell floral or sweet—it was more fresh and clean. It reminded her of a mountain stream flowing through the forest, which was nice.
“Well, I guess we’d better give it a try,” she remarked.
Vic smiled at her.
“Be my guest, sweetheart.”
“Thank you.” Torri arched an eyebrow at him. “I will.”
She scooped some of the glittery, dark blue liquid out of his palm and began to wash his broad chest with it.
Vic looked down at her in apparent amusement.
“You’re going to wash me?”
“If you don’t mind.” Torri looked up at him flirtatiously as she scooped up more soap and began running her hands over his broad shoulders and long arms.
“Of course I don’t mind—I love to have your soft little hands on me,” he growled. “As long as you don’t mind if I return the favor.”
He was giving her that hungry look again—the one that made butterflies take off in her stomach.
“All right,” Torri agreed, rather breathlessly. “But I get to go first.”
Reaching for more soap, she proceeded to go around behind him to wash his broad back. The Gemmite soap didn’t foam very much, but it did have that faint, fresh, mountain spring scent she really liked.
She also liked getting to touch the big Kindred’s hard body all over. He really was in the most amazing shape she thought, as she slid her hands down over his firm, muscular ass.
Vic turned his head to look over his shoulder.
“Enjoying yourself, sweetheart?” he murmured, smiling at her.
“Very much,” Torri gave him a flirtatious look and then reached between his legs.
The big Kindred made a noise between a groan and a gasp and stiffened at first. Then he parted his legs to allow her access.
Torri took full advantage of his new position. Sliding her soapy fingers between his thighs, she tickled the heavy sac that hung there, then cupped it in her palm and stroked his balls gently. At the same time, she reached around his trim waist and grasped his long shaft in her other hand. He was so thick, her fingers wouldn’t quite meet her thumb, but Torri didn’t let that stop her. She stroked upwards, using the soap to best advantage as she caressed his big cock.
“Oh, gods, sweetheart!” Vic groaned. The rest of the soap squeezed out of his hand and he leaned forward to put both palms on the blue glass wall for balance, as Torri continued to stroke him.
This new posture made it clear he was open to letting her do whatever she wanted with him, which gave Torri a sense of power. The thought that such a big, muscular male was putting himself in her hands made her feel sexy and strong in a way she never had before during sex.
Chuck had always insisted on being on top—on being in the lead in every situation during sex—and she had mostly let him. Vic’s obvious openness to doing whatever she wanted made her feel free to explore and to take the lead herself and Torri found she liked it—a lot.
“So you say you’re multi-orgasmic?” she asked him, as she continued to stroke and fondle him.
“All…all Kindred males are,” Vic groaned. “Gods, sweetheart—if you keep that up…”
“I’ll make you come?” Torri asked sweetly. “But you won’t mind, since you can come again and again all night long—right?”
“Do what you want with me,” Vic growled softly. He looked down at her, his blue eyes half-lidded with desire and need. “Make me come if you want to. Just know that it’s your turn next, sweetheart.”
His words, spoken in that deep voice, made Torri’s stomach flutter but she didn’t stop stroking.
“What are you going to do to me, when it’s ‘my turn’?” she asked, teasingly.
“Mmm…well first I’m going to run my hands all over your luscious, curvy body,” Vic growled, giving her another hungry look. “And then I’m going to suck your sweet nipples until you get nice and wet for me. After that, I’m going to spread your thighs and give your soft little pussy a tongue bath.”
“Oh…” Torri whispered. God, it turned her on so much when he talked dirty to her! And she found she liked touching him while he did it. She stroked from the base of his thick shaft all the way up to the broad, plum-shaped head, and then back down again, at the same time, tickling his heavy balls which she still had cupped in her other palm.
“Gods, sweetheart…going to…going to come!” Vic’s eyes squeezed shut and every muscle in his big body went tense. Torri felt his shaft swell even bigger in her hand and then a spurt of hot cream bathed his belly—then another and another.