filling the tub.
Lena slid down into the water with a soft sigh. “This feels so good.” She smiled as she looked up at him. “I didn’t realize how sore I was until the water hit me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He slid into the tub behind her and gathered her into his arms. Grabbing a bottle of soap, he poured a generous amount into his hand. He lathered her breasts, ran his hands down her tucked-in waist and down to the treasure she held between her legs.
“Don’t.” She grasped his hand. “I can wash myself.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” he asked with a chuckle. Shaking his head, he smiled. “I am doing this for purely selfish reasons, love.” He kissed the side of her neck.
How did he tell her that he loved touching her and to take this away from him would be like snatching a gift back after she’d given it to him?
He moved his hands back up to her breasts, lathering them well as he plucked her nipples.
Lena’s head fell back against his shoulders as she groaned, her hands clutching his thighs. “I don’t know if I can do this again so soon.”
“Shh.” He breathed against her ear. “The soap will soothe you. If you feel that you cannot have another go after the soap has time to relieve your sore muscles, we will sleep.” He placed an opened-mouth kiss against the side of her neck. “Know this, little one. I will never force you into something that you are not ready to experience.”
He would cut off his arms before he would do anything to knowingly bring her discomfort. She was everything he had ever wanted. She was the woman for whom he had waited lifetimes to meet, and he would take care never to bring her harm.
Artu held her in his arms for a long while. He needed to feel her against him. He needed to know that she was here, with him, at least for now.
He sighed as he wondered how he would convince his people that she truly was here for him. What would happen if he refused to give her up? No one could take her from him. He would never allow that.
After rinsing the soap from her silky skin, Artu set her next to him just long enough to bath himself. Reaching down, he pulled the plug and the water started to drain. Standing, he began to reach down to pick Lena up when she reached out and cupped his sac. He froze with a groan.
“Don’t, love. I can see that you’re tired, and I can also see by the way you’re moving that you’re still sore.”
“But I can do this .” She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, leaned forward and slowly licked the tip.
Every muscle clenched. Every nerve ending stood up and took notice of her actions. Not once in his life had anyone ever done anything like this for him. Sure, he’d heard of it before, but none of the women he’d ever brought home would consent to this. They all were certain he would harm them. And, if he were to be honest with himself, he hadn’t been certain he wouldn’t do everything they feared.
Artu swallowed thickly as she gently cupped his balls in one hand and held him in a tight fist with the other as she worked her mouth over his tip and glans with slow precision.
Every stroke of her tongue made his muscles clench and his stomach contract. Lena’s wet mouth worked magic on his shaft, making his muscles repeatedly clench and contract. Deeper and deeper she took him into her silken mouth. Faster and faster her head bobbed before him as he thrust his fingers through her hair, gently holding her in place.
What god had he pleased that gave him this treasure, this woman? What special thing had he done in his life to deserve her?
Artu stared down at Lena. She looked so beautiful with her lips stretched so tightly around his cock. He watched, mesmerized, as she pulled back, lightly suckling the head, before the tip of her tongue delved into the slit at the tip.
Again, Artu groaned as he closed his eyes, his head falling back on his shoulders. Involuntarily, his hips jerked as she flicked her
Lena slid down into the water with a soft sigh. “This feels so good.” She smiled as she looked up at him. “I didn’t realize how sore I was until the water hit me.”
“I’m sorry, baby.” He slid into the tub behind her and gathered her into his arms. Grabbing a bottle of soap, he poured a generous amount into his hand. He lathered her breasts, ran his hands down her tucked-in waist and down to the treasure she held between her legs.
“Don’t.” She grasped his hand. “I can wash myself.”
“Is that what you think I’m doing?” he asked with a chuckle. Shaking his head, he smiled. “I am doing this for purely selfish reasons, love.” He kissed the side of her neck.
How did he tell her that he loved touching her and to take this away from him would be like snatching a gift back after she’d given it to him?
He moved his hands back up to her breasts, lathering them well as he plucked her nipples.
Lena’s head fell back against his shoulders as she groaned, her hands clutching his thighs. “I don’t know if I can do this again so soon.”
“Shh.” He breathed against her ear. “The soap will soothe you. If you feel that you cannot have another go after the soap has time to relieve your sore muscles, we will sleep.” He placed an opened-mouth kiss against the side of her neck. “Know this, little one. I will never force you into something that you are not ready to experience.”
He would cut off his arms before he would do anything to knowingly bring her discomfort. She was everything he had ever wanted. She was the woman for whom he had waited lifetimes to meet, and he would take care never to bring her harm.
Artu held her in his arms for a long while. He needed to feel her against him. He needed to know that she was here, with him, at least for now.
He sighed as he wondered how he would convince his people that she truly was here for him. What would happen if he refused to give her up? No one could take her from him. He would never allow that.
After rinsing the soap from her silky skin, Artu set her next to him just long enough to bath himself. Reaching down, he pulled the plug and the water started to drain. Standing, he began to reach down to pick Lena up when she reached out and cupped his sac. He froze with a groan.
“Don’t, love. I can see that you’re tired, and I can also see by the way you’re moving that you’re still sore.”
“But I can do this .” She reached out and wrapped her fingers around his shaft, leaned forward and slowly licked the tip.
Every muscle clenched. Every nerve ending stood up and took notice of her actions. Not once in his life had anyone ever done anything like this for him. Sure, he’d heard of it before, but none of the women he’d ever brought home would consent to this. They all were certain he would harm them. And, if he were to be honest with himself, he hadn’t been certain he wouldn’t do everything they feared.
Artu swallowed thickly as she gently cupped his balls in one hand and held him in a tight fist with the other as she worked her mouth over his tip and glans with slow precision.
Every stroke of her tongue made his muscles clench and his stomach contract. Lena’s wet mouth worked magic on his shaft, making his muscles repeatedly clench and contract. Deeper and deeper she took him into her silken mouth. Faster and faster her head bobbed before him as he thrust his fingers through her hair, gently holding her in place.
What god had he pleased that gave him this treasure, this woman? What special thing had he done in his life to deserve her?
Artu stared down at Lena. She looked so beautiful with her lips stretched so tightly around his cock. He watched, mesmerized, as she pulled back, lightly suckling the head, before the tip of her tongue delved into the slit at the tip.
Again, Artu groaned as he closed his eyes, his head falling back on his shoulders. Involuntarily, his hips jerked as she flicked her
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