Barbarian Lover (Ice Planet Barbarians #3)(32)
I stare at him for a long moment. At the big, seven-foot tall alien male wearing only a loincloth that doesn’t do much for modesty. He’s got horns and ridges and should be frightening. And instead, I’m terribly attracted to him. So I steel my courage and shake my head. I don’t want him to leave. “G-get the soap.”
He flashes me one of those quick, pleased Aehako-grins and heads out of the alien bathroom, leaving me only moments to try and make myself, well, pretty. I smooth a hand over my wet hair and glance down at my legs and arms and my pale body. I’m not at my hottest. I…guess it doesn’t matter. He doesn’t have other humans to compare me to except the ones I came here with. When he comes back with his small pouch of berries, I’m nervous but…so excited. My nipples are already pointing and hard, and I flash him a quick, shy smile, hoping that he finds me pretty. Which is weird to think about considering he’s blue and horned, but I still want him to be attracted to me because of me, not just because I have a vagina.
Aehako sets the bag down on a nearby counter and scoops a few of the berries out. I push back the glass door of the shower at the exact same moment that he whips off his loincloth.
And…okay. So that looks a lot bigger than I’d initially ‘felt’. It’s one thing to see pictures of naked men and statues and the like, and it’s another to have a fully aroused guy standing right in front of you. With a spur. Can’t forget the spur. And here I’d thought his big carved ‘present’ of his cock was…well, an exaggeration.
Doesn’t seem like it.
His cock looks as long as my arm, though surely it can’t be. It’s also flushed a darker blue than the rest of his skin. I can’t help but stare at it as he enters the shower with me.
And then I have to squeeze against the back wall, because Aehako’s big body is enormous and the shower clearly wasn’t built for two. A nervous giggle escapes me. “Should I get out?”
“I can fit,” he says, stooping a bit lower to get his big horns into the shower. “It just means we’ll have to stand a little closer together.” And he gives me another flirty look that makes me giggle.
“You’re hogging all the hot water.” It cascades off of his body and his horns but doesn’t seem to hit me at all. He’d make a great umbrella, not such a great shower partner.
“Hogging?”
“Taking,” I correct, then think about it. “I should probably get the language dump while we’re here. I want to know your speech.”
“It can wait another day,” he tells me, and smashes the berries in his fist. “Shall I rub this on you?”
A shiver moves through me, and my skin prickles with awareness of him. Even hunched over, Aehako’s size is intimidating…but I know he can be oh-so gentle. And if I move in any closer, his penis is going to be rubbing up against me.
It’s a bit like sensory overload. I want to explore him, and I want him to explore me…but I mostly just want to kiss him.
“Aehako,” I breathe, and reach up to wrap my arms around his neck. Water immediately dumps in my face. I sputter, and then wipe my face clean. “Will you kiss me?”
“You need never ask, Sad Eyes. All you need is to turn your face toward me.” His big arm goes around me and pulls me against him, and I’m startled at the contact of our wet skin. It feels decadent and strange and I want to run my hands all over him and explore him.
But then his mouth covers mine in a hot, hard press, and I moan in surprise and delight. His tongue flicks against mine in invitation, and then we’re kissing wildly, the water streaming down on both of us. Lips locked, we kiss over and over again until I’m pressing up against him as much as he’s holding me to him. My nipples rub against his chest and it sends shivery bolts through my body…so I make it a point to rub against him repeatedly.
“Kira,” he groans, and then pulls away, which leaves me dazed. I nearly stumble without his big body to lean against. The look on his face is sober as he indicates I should turn around. “Let me wash you before we continue.”
I stiffen even as I turn, my back going ramrod straight. “Is it because I smell?”
“No, it is because I don’t have many berries left and I need to wash, too.”
Oh. I stand obedient as he rubs the berry juice over my back and shoulders and then into my hair. He rubs at my hair for a bit and then smooths his hand down my arm, washing my skin. It feels good, like being stroked. Almost like a massage.
Then, his hand comes forward and cups my breast and I forget all about massaging. The breath explodes from me and I gasp in shock and startled pleasure.
“You are so delicate.” His hand moves over my breast, then glides to the other. “Soft and delicate all over.”
I tilt my head back and I’m surprised when Aehako’s other arm goes around my waist, pulling me against him again. The feel of his cock against my back is like a stabbing spear, but he holds me against him and smooths his soapy hands all over my body and I’m helpless to do anything but stand there and let him. It feels way too good.
His mouth nuzzles at my neck and he licks and then playfully nips at my skin, even as both of his hands move to cup my breasts. I moan with pleasure. I’ve touched my own breasts but when he does it, the pleasure goes from simply ‘good’ to off-the-charts. I press back against him and my hands go to his arms. I’m desperate to show him that I want more of this lovely, exciting touching, but I don’t know how to show him. “Aehako, what do I do?” I scratch my nails over the plated ridges on his forearms.