She didn’t understand him. His dark eyes looked down to where she held him, stroked him. The length of him couldn’t fit fully in her hands from fingertips to the heels of her palms, but she could cover him by stroking forward and back. He didn’t release her hair. His teeth clenched, then his penis jumped in her hands. He threw his head back and groaned, the sound grinding up from his chest. White cream spilled into her hands in hot bursts.
It was fascinating. Scintillating. She’d given him pleasure. Total and complete release. She looked at the evidence of his pleasure in her hands. He took them and rinsed them in the water. He reached for the shampoo, then poured a stream of it into his palm and rubbed his hands together. He tilted her face up so that the soap wouldn’t get in her eyes as he massaged it into her scalp, lifting her newly long tresses up into the soapy glob.
As his fingers worked her hair, he leaned down and kissed her. She held his hips in her hands. His body was all lean muscle on lean muscle. His penis was different from before, relaxed but still formidable.
“Keep looking at me, Fiona, and you had better be prepared for the changes you’ll see.”
“Does it always do that?”
“Only whenever I see you. Or think of you. Or smell something that reminds me of you. Which is just about every waking and sleeping minute.”
“Does it hurt?”
He held her face as he tilted her head back to let the water rinse the shampoo away. “Sometimes, if there’s no release.”
“So waiting wasn’t easy for you either.”
“No. And we’re going back to waiting. I don’t have any condoms. We can’t risk your getting pregnant while we’re here.”
“Kelan, I’m on birth control.” She bit her lip. They hadn’t talked about this, but she’d wanted to be ready for this when he was.
He went still. Water still poured down around them. “What kind? You haven’t had any of your things since you were taken. You’ve missed your pills.”
“It’s a vaginal ring. It’s still there. I checked.”
“How does it work?”
“I wear it for three weeks, then not for a week, then start a new one. This is my second month on this program.”
“How much longer on this one?”
“Two more weeks.”
He touched his hand to her face, over the bruise the makeup had hidden. He nodded, then grinned.
“Kelan, I don’t want to wait. We don’t know what’s going to happen to us, when—or if—we’ll get out of here.”
Chapter Nine
Kelan went still. He knew what she was asking. He pulled her close, loving the feel of her body against his, skin against skin. “Fiona, you deserve a perfect first time. A long, leisurely initiation into intimacy.”
“Being in your arms is perfect, Kelan. No matter when or where. But given what’s happening, I don’t want to wait.”
He brought her even closer to him as he bent to kiss her. Her hands were on his arms. Her thigh rubbed against his. Her breasts were pressing in to his ribs.
The kiss broke off, then resumed, over and again, in waves of increasing intensity. Her body was small compared to his. It seemed he could crush her if he held her too tight. She was entirely feminine—the exact opposite of him. How could the entire human race depend on a gender so fragile?
Maybe she wasn’t as breakable as she seemed. Maybe her strength came in invisible ways that he couldn’t see and would never understand. A mystery he wanted to spend his life unraveling.
He caught her mouth with his. Water poured down their faces, around their lips, into their mouths. “I love you,” he whispered.
She smiled against his mouth. “Show me, Kelan. Show me everything.”
Kelan lifted her. “Wrap your legs around me.” He slipped his hands under her thighs to support her.
His cock rested against her opening. Every time she moved, her body slipped against it. He moved her up farther on his forearms, one hand holding her sweet ass, freeing his other so that he could take hold of himself.
“Fiona—”
She touched his cheek. He could feel her warm breath on his lips. “Go, Kelan. Do it. I’m ready.” Her strong legs tightened about his waist, bearing part of her weight.
He clenched his teeth. “I’ll go slow.” His erection pulsed in his hand. He rubbed its wide head back and forth, stroking the length of her core, from her clit to her opening. Her hips bucked at the intimate touch, then she rocked against him. His hand on her ass tightened, holding her still as he set his head against her opening and pushed in. Just a little. Letting her get used to that pressure.
He pulled out, then did it again, going a little deeper. He was big and she was tight, but oh so slick. He moved inside her. He looked at her as he asked, “How does that feel?”
Her lips were parted. Her eyes were bright and burning like blue flames. “More, Kelan. Do more.”
He eased himself in deeper. Returning his hand to her hip, he guided her movements over him. She was holding his shoulders now, her trim nails digging into the skin there. He pushed in all the way and held still. There was no pain on her face or in her eyes. Only hunger.
“Mahasani, it goes like this now…” He began slowly to withdraw, then push all the way back in, then withdraw. She leaned back a bit so she could look at him. Her neck and chin were flushed red. Her breasts were tipped with tight nipples. Her lips were parted, but nothing coherent came from her mouth, only pants and mewls, which intensified his desire.
Her feet locked at the ankles behind him as she braced herself for greater movement. He held the weight of her body completely in his hands, his legs braced wide. Up and down he moved her body. He was so close. So close. He clenched his teeth on an upward thrust, hoping he could outlast her.
And then she stiffened, cried out, and began to rock against him in uncontrollable gyrations, her inner muscles squeezing him. He thrust into her orgasm, deepening her pleasure, prolonging it as far as he could before his balls tightened and his release shot up his cock and into her in hot, pulsing waves.