Page 77 of Fire Forged

She huffed and paced, wringing her hands while she ran through scenarios.

But he came out again in nothing but his gaping pants.She swallowed hard, refusing to blink when he marched toward her.

“What’s the matter?”she rasped, then hurried to clear her throat.

He took her hand and ushered her into the bathroom.Then he placed her against the wall.“Keep me company,” he said.

“Okay,” was all she could manage when he peeled off his pants and stepped into the cubicle.

“Malia pado,” he muttered after unclipping his hair.She grabbed the clip from him, getting her forearm drenched.

While twisting the heavy metal thing in her hands, she drooled over her man.He’d splayed his hands high on the white wall, dipping his head in and out of the spray.This was the stuff of erotic fantasies for every woman, she was sure.Well, she knew damn well, seeing a man shower had to be the sexiest thing.Especially when his body was this beautiful.Water droplets trailed every muscular dip and ripple.

He watched her ogle him.Her heartbeat froze, then scattered.

Throwing caution to the wind, she whipped off her shirt, dropped it to the floor, and the clip on top of it.

“What are you doing?”he asked.“Did you not cleanse?”

Standing naked before him should’ve made her self-conscious, but he’d seen her like this before and would again.Besides, he didn’t even care that he was buck-ass-naked as well.With a body that damn lickable, he had a right to ‘strut his stuff.’

She flattened a palm to his chest and pushed.He didn’t budge.Damn brick shithouse.

“Your back against the wall,” she commanded, clipping her words.

He frowned.“Why—?”

She stroked him from his balls to the tip of his cock, lingering on the ridges running along the length.

His eyelids fluttered, but he did as she asked.She walked through the water, then crouched, using his knees to find her balance.

“Britta?”

“Nerxie?”She met his gaze before using her tongue to follow the path she’d caressed.

His leg muscles flexed.His erection bobbed.She wrapped her fingers around his cock’s girth, as best she could, then swirled her tongue over the tip that looked like a garden gnome’s hat.He was magnificently bronze there too, except a darker tone closer to the base.

While she licked and sucked, she peeked at him, trying to judge if she was doing a decent-enough job.Her knees throbbed, not used to the permanent crouch position.But damn, if his pre-cum wasn’t sweet like apple pie.

She took him into her mouth but couldn’t go deep.

He groaned even as he thrust his fingers into her hair.His abs twitched, and his breathing turned ragged.Unable to bear the knee pain any longer, she did one more long lick before standing.She retreated through the spray to the other side and watched him.His eyes glowed with need for her, and he clenched fists at his sides, as if he hadn’t wanted her to stop.

“Good?Bad?”she asked, not daring to blink.

“Amazing.The instructional vids had shown this, but to experience it,thamani, is incredible.”

“What vids?”She tapped the gray button for the panel to open and grabbed two robes.“It makes sense that you train for war, but for sex?”

“With humans, yes.We want to please our Dar Eths.”He left the cubicle.

She offered him a robe.While he slid into it, she donned hers.“That’s sweet, but we could teach what brings us pleasure.It’s different for each woman.”

“Having a foundational knowledge gives us confidence.”He cupped her cheek, running his thumb over her freckles.

“True.”She clasped his robe closed, activating its body contouring.“Come, I plan to finish.”

“Finish?”He trailed her into their bedroom.“I do not want to spend my seed on your face.”

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