Chapter 9 #2
“I saw one performed by those dwarves on Madrene’s black box. Six times, actually. And I am not impressed.”
“What exactly did you see?”
“Much moaning and screaming and rocking up and down. It cannot be an exercise to be desired if it involves moaning and screaming. Right?”
“Wrong. There is good moaning and screaming, and bad moaning and screaming.”
“What nonsense!” She gasped, then squealed, “Yikes!” as she peered over her shoulder and saw him kneeling with his face in front of her butt, soaping her up. She turned quickly and managed to knee him in the funny bone...not that funny bone, thank God!...the funny bone at his elbow.
“Ow, ow, ow!” he yelped, clutching his elbow.
“I am sorry, but it was a shock to see you kneeling there sniffing my bottom, like Hilda’s randy dog Stig.”
“I was not smelling your butt. I was lathering you with soft soap, which incidentally smells very nice, don’t you think?”
She sniffed several times. “Yea, ’tis nice, but move aside so I can leave this showering box. ’Tis crowded in here.”
Not crowded enough, baby.
“’Tis past time I returned to the base.”
Should I tell her now that she’s stuck here...at least overnight?
Nah!
“Let me shower real quick. Then I’ll finish you off.” Literally.
“I do not think...”
He managed to stand under the shower, blocking the door and took the quickest shower in history.
When he finished and used the heels of his hands to wipe the last of the water from his eyes, he saw that she was staring unabashedly at his body.
“Do you like what you see?” I sure as hell like what I see.
“What is not to like? You are a pretty man. But pretty is as useless as hair on a rock. Now move aside.”
“Not yet, sweetie. I need to wash this side...of you.” He waved a hand to encompass the front of her body from neck to toes.
“I can wash myself.”
“I can do you better.” Already his soapy hands were rubbing across her breasts. The nipples were small and pink and the sensation of them abrading the palms of his hands was beyond pleasurable. If her gasp was any indication, she was enjoying it, too.
Britta was shocked. Not by what the lout was doing to her. But by her own reaction to it. And why was she standing here like a knight’s pike stuck in the ground, allowing him such liberties?
Gazing downward, she watched as he used his palms to lift and massage her breasts, the whole time his calloused palms abraded her nipples. Then she looked upward and her eyes connected with his, a bright stormy, very serious blue. He appeared to be waiting for some reaction from her.
“How does that feel, honey?”
Now he was using his fingertips to tap her nipples, then flick them up and down, side to side.
“Strange. It feels strange.”
“Strange how?”
“My breasts ache...nay, not ache. Yearn.”
“That’s nothing. Wait till we wash this soap off. Then I’m going to kiss your breasts, and lick you all over. My mouth and your breasts are going to become very well acquainted.”
She should have been appalled, but instead she moved a hand to her belly where the yearning had moved.
His eyes followed her hand.
Abruptly, he grabbed hold of her and placed her under the showering water, facing him.
Sputtering, she closed her eyes under the onslaught of sluicing water and eye-irritating foam.
Once the soap melted off her back, he turned her, and both of them stood under the spray, his one arm wrapped around her waist from behind, the other hand resuming its pleasure-torture of her breasts.
She could feel his manpart, hard and long, pressing against her buttocks.
She blinked, able to see now. That yearning that had begun in her breasts and moved to her belly now lodged itself betwixt her legs where it swelled and pulsed till she was overcome with spiraling sensations.
She tried to break away from him, half-heartedly, she had to admit, but he held her tight against him and turned her face to the side where his lips met hers in a kiss which began soft and searching and soon escalated into hard and hungry.
And whilst she was preoccupied with all these different sensations.
..his tongue plunging in her mouth, his fingers playing her nipples.
..his other hand stole to her female place and dipped into the hot wetness there.
She cried out at the invasion, but the sound was caught in his mouth.
Her hips bucked outward, but his arm was a vise around her waist, holding her in place.
Thus, she was caught by the man’s wicked fingers doing wicked things to her down there.
He seemed to have found some spot which was particularly sensitive because when he touched her there, stars burst behind her eyelids in a colorful shower, and her traitorous hips began to undulate against his finger in a rhythm matched by his thrusting tongue.
It was too much. And not enough.
She heard herself whimper. Her body stiffened. She tore her mouth out from under his and arched her neck back over his shoulder, keening.
But the brute would not relent.
“Relax. Take it easy.”
She tried to laugh at what must be a jest. How could she relax when her body was rising to some fever pitch?
And then...and then, it was like a shower of stars she’d seen one time in the eastern skies. That part of her which he still strummed splintered into a million pieces shooting out to all the parts of her body and beyond.
It was the most wonderful, awful experience of her life.
And still Zachary persisted. He held her even tighter now and stroked his manpart along the crease of her buttocks and between her legs, faster and faster as he panted for breath, then bit her shoulder, lightly, slammed into her back, hard, and groaned, “Yessssss!”
She was fair certain she bit his upper arm, but she could not be sure because she lost consciousness for a moment.
When she regained her senses he was toweling her dry, then taking her by the arm, leading her down the corridor.
In a daze, she barely noticed him stopping to peek in Sammy’s room to make sure the child was still asleep.
He turned in the other direction, passed the bathing chamber, the next bedchamber, and then led her into a third.
..his, she presumed, considering the vast size of the bed.
Still in a daze...else she would clout the man for leading her about like a pet dog...she watched him pull down the bed coverings and take some objects out of the bedside table.
“What was that...back in the showering chamber?” she asked.
He glanced up and smiled, and Holy Thor! the man did have a charming smile. “An orgasm.”
“Nay! It could not be.”
“A small one. To take the edge off.” He was moving around the bed toward her.
She frowned. “But that was not like the little people in the box. The woman was reclining, and the man was on top of her. And there was screaming.”
“Oh, there will be screaming all right. That’s a promise.”
“’Twas interesting, but I am not sure I liked it. In truth, methinks ’twould not merit a repeat.”
He arched his brows at her in disbelief. “Maybe we’ll have to try it a few more times to get it right, till we get to the screams.” Before she had a chance to react to that, he picked her up by the waist, tossed her on the bed, then crawled up and over her.
“Who will be screaming?” she asked. “Me or you?”
“Both of us, baby. If we’re lucky.”
In the game of seduction, who’s on first?...
Britta lay on her back, naked as a newborn babe, with the most beautiful man in the world atop her, also naked as a newborn babe. But there was naught babe-like about this scene.
He probably thought she was being docile because of his overwhelming charm.
Well, there was that, but the situation and position she was in now was all of her doing: a hastily concocted plan to seduce the man into thinking he was seducing her.
His conceit was excessive enough already, without her handing herself to him on a platter. ..uh, pallet.
After Sammy had fallen asleep, she had realized that Zachary would not be able to transport her back to the base...a perfect opportunity to carry out a plan which had been brewing in her no doubt demented mind for days...mayhap even for the past two years.
Still, she had not wanted to appear overeager.
Now, still holding to her plan, she pushed against his chest, using a small portion of her strength, and said, “Methinks this is a bad idea.”
He raised himself up on straightened arms, extending her arms overhead with their intertwined fingers, thus pinning her to the bed with his belly and legs.
His manpart nudged her woman part, just to let her know it was there.
As if she did not already know that! “No, sweetie. This is a very, very good idea. And I’m not letting you go till I prove it to you. ”
Not letting? Did the idiot think she could not shove him off of her? Yea, he did. Little did he know her true strength, for she was as strong as many a man.
“In truth, I am a mite curious about this whole sex business,” she admitted.
He grinned with pure unvarnished male slyness, as if he were the cat and she the helpless mouse.
What a lout!
“You liked your first orgasm, huh?”
“’Twas interesting.”
“Interesting?” he nigh yelled. You would have thought she’d hurled some great insult his way. “It was more than interesting, babe.”
She shrugged. “Euphoric then. Like the rush after a hard-won battle. Or the satisfaction of a particularly good meal following a fast, as evidenced by a loud belch. Or a ladle of cool spring water to quench a fierce thirst.”
“This has got to be a first for me. She’s comparing my sexual prowess with a belch!” He rolled his eyes with mock dismay.
Even Britta saw the humor in those comparisons. And Britta was nothing if not honest. She liked what Zachary had done to her, and she was curious to see what he would do next.
Britta had no time for thought then as Zachary began to lead her on yet another journey into sexual bliss.