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Chapter Seventeen

Freya

After having brunch which ended up being a quick salad topped with meats and cheeses, Zark surprised me by bringing in an oval bath tub. The process to heat the water and fill the large thing seemed tedious but Zark insisted that he do it for me.

“Is this warm enough for you?” Zark asked, perching down near the tub and testing the water by running his hand through it.

“Yes. It’s just perfect.” I inhaled deeply taking in the sweetly scented oils of the flower buds he’d crush up earlier and tossed inside.

He grinned. “Good.”

I blushed when his attention dropped to the top of my breasts where the suds gathered.

“You can join me, you know,” I said, knotting my hair on top my head to keep it out of the water.

“I’m too big. All the water would slosh right out.” He grabbed a loofa, tucked a block of soap inside, and handed it to me.

I dipped the loofa in the water and began running it across my arms and legs. I didn’t mind that he was watching me. I felt safe with him. I trusted him. In fact, I didn’t want him to leave my side.

I became stimulated by his dark, wandering eyes on my body. I knew I was wet from arousal between my legs. My nipples were almost painfully erect begging to be touched. Everything was hidden beneath the water. Or at least, I thought.

When his eyes gleamed brightly and his auras self-activated, I knew otherwise. He knew I was aroused. I lifted a leg out of the water and rested my feet on the edge of the tub.

He rose slowly to a standing position. His cock had caused the biggest tent that I’ve seen behind his loincloth. I licked my lips, thinking about how sweet he tasted whenever I brought him to organize with tongue. There was no doubt that when I was done in here, I would wast no time wrapping my lips around his cock and pleasuring him.

“Would you like to help me?” I asked, easing the loofa up the inner part of my leg. All the while, my pussy clenched in the warm bath.

“Yes,” he rasped.

In one swift move which I had not anticipated, he reached in the tub and lifted me out of the water by the waist. He crossed the short distance to the bed and sat me on it. With the fire still crackling in the room mixed with the heat of his body, I never once felt cold. He came over me like a gentle wave, wrapping his arms around me.

The moment our lips met, all of my senses exploded and heightened. I adjusted my thighs to accomodate his thick width and pulled him securely to me, bringing him deeper in the kiss. He claimed my mouth, over and over again, until we were both drunk on lust. I wanted him. I needed him.

“Gods, I want you so badly,” he murmured against my neck.

“You can have me. All of me,” I replied, arching up into him.

He led a trail of kisses down my damp body, pressing kissing into the most sensitive spots. When his lips wrapped around my nipple, I moaned in pleasure. He was an expert at making me beg for my orgasms and for whatever reason, on this day, I was craving it like just like I needed the air I breathed. He suckled both nipples, kneading my breasts until they were swollen from his kisses.

His body was big enough so that when he worked his way down that my thighs instantly widened. He lifted my leg over his shoulder and covered me with his mouth in one smooth motion.

I gasped and grabbed his thick hair, threading it through my fingers.

He licked me hungrily, sliding his tongue up and down through my soaking wet slit. The sound of him growling into my pussy, awakened carnal needs deep inside me.

“Your pussy is like a delicious treat I cannot deny,” he murmured against my clit and then stroked it lightly with his tongue. “The more I lick, the more you spill your sweet honey for me.” He used his fingers to open me to his gaze and then thrust two fingers inside of me.” My hips jerked upward off the bed. He slid his palm under my ass and buried his mouth into my slick folds. The sound of him greedily lapping at my pussy and sucking at my clit, brought me reeling over the edge.

In the aftermath, my legs were still spread-eagled on the bed as I panted to regain my composure. Our gazes locked and I reveled in the look of ecstasy etched on his face. He’d climaxed already while eating me out. I could see the evidence of his spilled seed dripping on the sheets. But I wanted more.

I slid my fingers down between my creamy folds and brought them up to my lips, tasting my own sweetness. He rose above me and crushed his lips to mine.

Somehow, I gained the upper hand, pinning him against the bed down on his back. His foot long cock stood at military-style attention, perfectly vertical to the ground.

I wrapped my fingers around his intricately veined shaft and began to pump him, up and down slowly until his lips were parted and his breaths were uneven.

I leaned down and licked up the stream of cum from the tip. As I sucked, more of his seed spilled on my tongue. I took him in my mouth as deeply down my throat as he’d go.

“Freya. Sweet gods,” he groaned out, taking my head gently in his hands and pumping upward. I worked my mouth, running my tongue along the veins and over his kuvak until he exploded again.