He smiled. “Good. That’s all good. If you didn’t feel those things while they had you, I suspect they didn’t touch you—other than to prep you for your ‘appearance.’” He kissed the side of her forehead. “Let’s take that shower and wash this day off us.”
He turned the water on. It spilled from a half-dozen steel heads. He held his hand in the water until the temperature was just right and steam began to rise. There were two sides to the big shower, but Kelan shared one with her, letting her stand in the streams of water with him.
She liked the feel of the water and his hands on her, the smile that lifted the edges of his lips, the anticipation in his eyes. When their eyes met, his smile widened.
“Let’s get that stuff off you.” He reached for the coconut oil. He dipped his fingers into the thick white stuff, melted it between his palms, then rubbed it on her breasts.
Fiona sucked in a sharp breath. Her back arched into him, pressing her nipples against his palms. Once both had been slathered, he held one breast and rubbed his fingers over the sensitive peak. His fingers were warm and sure and strong. When he repeated the process on her other breast, she gripped his biceps. His muscles were so wide that her hands were spread open. He looked down at her. Her lips parted to pull more air.
He bent close to her and kissed her mouth. Her fingers tightened on his arms as he pulled her against his body. His rigid penis pressed against her belly. His tongue entered her mouth. She opened herself to him. Her hands moved up from his arms to lock around his neck as he bent toward her. She stood on her tiptoes, but the inches she gained did little to even out the disparity in their heights. Still, she could feel the entire length of his body against hers, hard where she was soft.
His hands tightened around her. He straightened, lifting her as if she weighed nothing. His mouth worked hers. She moaned, loving the feel of him around her, his tongue in her mouth. She forked her fingers through his wet hair, capturing the base of his skull. He broke the kiss and started it again.
When he stopped, he pulled away just enough for their noses to still touch. His black eyes were edgier than ever as he stared down at her mouth.
She caught his face in her hands, causing him to lift his eyes to hers. “I love you.”
He stared at her for long, breathless moments, then kissed her, feverishly, like a man starved for the touch of his woman. “Mahasani, you are my life.”
“It’s time, Kelan. It’s time for us to be together.”
He gave her a long and searching look, then lowered his gaze and eased her to her feet. Without words, he dipped into the coconut oil, retrieving a bit he could use on the soft, coarse hair over her mound. His face was fiercely tight and he didn’t meet her eyes. He took a washcloth and lathered it with the soap bar. Its nubby texture sent shock waves through the nerves of Fiona’s skin as he washed away the oil.
Supporting her with an arm around her waist, he turned the front of her body into the streams of water. He pressed the washcloth between her legs, up against the soft flesh there. Heat zinged everywhere in her body, over her skin, up and down her spine. She leaned against him, pressing her head against his chest. Her fingers dug into his arms. He stroked her soft flesh, up and back, pressing here and there, spreading her legs with his knee.
And then something happened that she’d never experienced. She lost all sense of herself, was floating and exploding, her body coming apart in throbbing waves.
“Kelan!” she cried out. Her body was bucking against his hand, the epicenter of the sensations racking her.
“I’ve got you. I’ve got you, Fiona. Let it happen.”
She couldn’t have stopped it even if she’d known how. When the tremors slowly eased and her mind could focus again, she felt weak and rubbery. “What was that?”
Kelan grinned. She was glad he still had an arm around her. She turned in his arms. “Have you never pleasured yourself before?”
“No. Was that an orgasm?”
“Yes. Want to feel it again?”
“I do. I want to feel all of it, Kelan. All of you.”
“We haven’t had our claiming ceremony yet.”
She caught his face in her hands. “I claim you, Kelan.”
His eyes grew somber. “It isn’t that simple.”
“Do I have to eat worms or a beating heart in the ceremony?”
His eyes scolded her for her humor. “No. It’s an intense exchange, not driven by the passion of the moment.”
“Good. I trust you to lead me through it.”
“You haven’t accepted the terms.”
“I accept you. Only you. For the rest of my life. Make love to me, Kelan.”
His eyes seared hers. His face was like stone, the hollows of his cheeks sharply defined. She reached between their bodies and caught his heavy erection between her palms. He hissed a sharp breath and bared his teeth, but didn’t stop her. The skin of his penis was soft and hot and sheathed flesh so rigid it felt like bone.
Fiona looked up at him as she smoothed her hands over the length of him. He spread his legs slightly, bracing his weight as he began to move in her hands. His movements were rhythmic.
“Will this give you an orgasm?”
His nostrils flared. “Yes.”
She smiled. “Will you be able to stand through it? I don’t think I can hold you up.”
A smile flashed across his face. “I can stand on my own.”
His intensity fired more of her nerves. She bent down to kiss the tip of him. His hand rested on her shoulder, then dug into her hair and fisted it, forcing her to rise.
“That, I can’t take. It will end me.”