Chapter 23 Water is for Bathing. Right? #2
“Thank you.” I smile at him and take them, tracing my fingers gently over his.
Sorin smells of the same soapy substance, but there is an undertone to it which is distinctly him.
I cannot help but let my eyes drag down his form.
The water reaches his belly button. Its slight murkiness stops my gaze from wandering too far, but I can just make out the impression of his quickly growing erection before I snap my gaze back up to his.
He is looking down at me, his eyes darkening.
My body heats at the attention. Act casual, Lace.
This is normal. Giving Sorin a soft smile I tilt my head to the side to dip into the water.
Putting the brush between my knees, I shake a little bit of the new potion on my hands and massage it into my scalp.
It bubbles up and fills the air with a sweet lavender scent.
I repeat the process until my hair is coated with the potion, then I hand it back to Sorin, who repeats the process on himself before tossing the little bottle back onto shore.
As I start to rake through my ends, I wince in pain. Ugh why are there so many knots! This brushing and wincing continues on for a couple of minutes before Sorin, who has finished a quick wash of his own hair, comes over to me and gently takes the brush-like tool from my hands.
“You look like you’re torturing yourself with this.” He chuckles. “Let me.” I relinquish the tool to him, huffing.
“I know how to brush my own hair.”
“I am sure you do.” He smiles. “But I am not sure your strands have ever been put through as much as they have in the last couple of days. I just thought it might be nice to have the help of someone who can see the tangles.” With that, he starts to massage the tangled strands in his hands, loosening them, before using the brush-like tool to smooth out the rest of the knot.
His ministrations are soothing, and I let my eyes flutter closed as he works.
When he finally finishes, he tosses the tool away.
Delving his fingers back into my tresses, he gives me a scalp massage.
I moan at the feeling, my scalp sore from all the extra weight of the knots I had not even realized I had been carrying over the last couple of days.
Sorin let out a low noise in response and a tingling starts in my limbs.
Sorin’s naked form is very close to my back; his body warmth radiating through the water as his fingers make delightful patterns along my scalp.
Slowly he guides me to wash away what is left of the potion, before squeezing out some of the moisture.
Once he is satisfied with his work, he weaves my hair into a long braid and places his hands on my shoulders.
“There that should hold up for a bit.”
I turn to him. My body brushing his in the water. “When did you learn to do that?”
He smiles before brushing his hand over my face. “Maybe three years ago? It is not uncommon for soldiers to have longer hair. When we were out on missions I became the designated braider.”
I giggle. And his smile grows to a grin.
“You’re killing me, Firefly.”
“How am I doing that?”
He shakes his head. “It is taking everything in me right now not to kiss those pretty lips of yours again.”
“Oh.” My heart skips a beat. Is he joking? “Well... I mean... I am not opposed..."
“No?” His voice is husky as he closes the space between us until my breasts are firmly against him.
I stare up at him, a little breathless. “Yes... I mean we are out in the middle of the water; it is not like I can set anything on fire and—”
The only warning I get is his hand tightening on my braid before his lips are once again crashing against mine.
My body instantly relaxes against his and I let out a little noise of surprise before wrapping my arms around him.
He nips my lower lip for entry and I open to him, our tongues dancing.
I feel like I have just been stuck in an oven, my breath coming out of me in embarrassing pants.
I squeeze my legs together feeling myself get slick with arousal even in the water.
I try to glance down when I feel something press against my belly, but he holds me fast against him.
His vines creep their way along my skin, wrapping around me and flicking their leaves over my nipples.
I gasp as Sorin lifts me in his arms. Wrapping my legs around him, his erection now pressing against my ass, and I pull away to look at Sorin, my eyes filled with question.
He gives me a shake of his head before pulling me back to his lips.
I run my finger through his hair. His lips quickly find their way down my neck pressing soft kisses that send shivers through me.
When he gets to the hollow between my neck and shoulder, he sucks it into his mouth.
I let out a tortured moan, the sensation causing my entire body to shake.
He chuckles darkly and continues working his way down my body.
I flutter my eyes open to watch him. Instead, I catch sight of tiny flames licking the waves around us.
Sorin’s mouth latches onto my nipple and my eyes shoot back to his devouring gaze as his teeth scrape my sensitive flesh.
Soothing the sting with his tongue, he moves to my other breast to enact the same torture.
My body is aching for something unknown to me.
I pull Sorin from my breast and nip the skin below his ear.
He lets out a groan and kisses my lips roughly, his hands kneading into the flesh of my ass.
I reach down to grasp his impossibly hard cock in my hand and gently squeeze.
I look at him with wide eyes as he pulls me from the water, taking long strides to shore and laying me down on the bank.
He takes a moment to fully look at my body.
My breasts are heaving, their size engorged by the vines wrapping around them.
My pussy is out on display, my wetness painfully apparent in the sunshine.
I start to try to cover myself, but this only earns me a disapproving look from Sorin and a tightening of the vines on my limbs.
Satisfied by his inspection of my body, he kneels between my legs and oh so slowly starts to kiss and lick his way down.
My hands fly to his hair as a moan rips its way free when he nips and soothes my hip before his vines lift my ass off the ground.
Sorin soon replaces the air with his hands as he grasps my ass and finally makes his way to my core.
He pauses there for a moment and glances at our surroundings. “Firefly, look around.”
I rip my gaze from him and glance around at my surroundings.
Everything is ablaze, soft flames of white, gold, blues and oranges dance in the breeze and yet nothing burns.
It is almost as if the fire skating along every surface, but never fully penetrating to cause damage.
My eyes widen at the sight, but I do not have too long to think about it before Sorin’s mouth is latching on to my pussy.
Everything stills. I cry out, my face beat red at the thought of him being down there.
“What are you—”
“Relax, Firefly. Look at what you have created.”
I whimper and try to breathe. His tongue starts to make lazy circles over my clit and the intensity has me wanting to, all at once, pull away from him and pull him closer.
I rake my fingers through his hair and drop my head back.
He starts to explore slowly at first, his tongue taking control of my body masterfully.
An ache starts to form in my belly. As it winds tighter and tighter my breath starts to come out in short gasps.
Noticing the uptick in my breathing, Sorin renews his efforts.
Paying closer attention to the spots that make my hands tighten on his back and my moans louder.
It feels like torture and heaven all at once.
My body aches to reach some unimagined place I am just out of range of, and I grow frustrated by its aloofness.
Uncaring of my actions, I yank Sorin’s head tighter to my body and grind gently against his face.
He lets out an animalistic groan and traces his fingers up and down my opening before sliding a single finger inside me and curving it up to reach a magical place.
Screaming Sorin’s name I feel liquid rush from me as my body shatters into a million pieces.
“Holy shit,” Sorin whispers, staring at me in amazement. I look at him in confusion before a devious glint fills his eyes.
He stares at me as his finger continues to stroke itself in and out of my pussy, his thumb creating delicious circles on my clit.
“Come on, Firefly… you can do it again.”
Panicked, I shake my head. “No, I—”
He pauses. “Do you not want to?”
I consider this for a second. “I do I just—” I manage to whimper out.
He continues his movements. “Just what, Firefly?”
“It is impossible,” I whimper, my mind already splitting into a million different directions, making it hard to focus on any one thing.
“I think it is very possible. Look at you, already grinding on my finger. Does that feel good, Lace?”
I nod, a jerky motion.
“Good girl.” Sorin applies a little more pressure with his thumb and continues pumping his finger in and out of my pussy. I squirm at the sensation. “Do you think you can take another finger?”
My voice is wavering. “I think so.”
He gives me a satisfied smile before slowly working another finger in.
The stretch is not unpleasant. If anything, the sting is mixing deliciously with the pleasure, making me want more.
Sorin’s thumb works skillfully over my clit while his thick fingers pump in and out of me until I am alight once again.
My vision blurring with the intensity of my orgasm.
When I am finally able to breathe again, Sorin gives me the biggest smile and allows his hand to softly caress my belly.
His cock is on full display. It stands proudly between his legs and holy fuck it is big. Like, definitely not going to get anywhere in me, big. I turn wide eyes to Sorin.
He chuckles. “Don’t worry, Firefly. We won’t go on that adventure today.” He runs a hand up and down his length, watching my eyes as they flicker with heat. He lets out a pained groan. “Let’s get you rinsed off again.” He stands and offers me a hand.
I take a minute before accepting it. He deftly swings me into his arms bridal style before walking us into the water. Guiding me so that I am floating on my back, he washes me with a cloth and some more of the cleansing potion he must have grabbed while we were on shore.
“So beautiful,” he whispers, mostly to himself.
“You are not too shabby yourself,” I remark back. I feel languid and giddy.
He smiles. “You think?” He cups water into his palms and gently rinses me.
“Of course, Sorin.”
He finishes washing me in companionable silence. I close my eyes and enjoy it. He looks lost in his thoughts. Once he finishes bathing me, he helps me back onto land and uses his shirt to dry me off. We dress and he ties the shirt to one of his belt loops.
“I don’t know about you, Firefly, but I am really glad you convinced me to bathe.” A wry smile is plastered to his handsome face.
A loud shout of a laugh escapes me. “Me too... although to be fair it did not take you much convincing,” I say, taking him in out of the corner of my eye.
His cock is still at attention, its impression straining against the restriction of his pants, but he does not press anything further.
In a sense I am glad, because I have no idea how I am going to take all of…
him… inside me, but disappointment twinges in the bottom of my belly all the same.
He follows my gaze and snorts. “Come on, Firefly.
We still need to find a place to stay tonight.
And as..." he smirks, “hot as it is to watch the world go up in flames when I have you beneath me, I don’t think it is very sustainable for our surroundings.” He winks.
Scooping my hand up in his, he starts walking us both into the surrounding woods.