Free Web NovelChapter 171: The Bathtub (R-18)
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The flood of embarrassment hit Skyla in full force at his risque action. An audible sharp gasp left her parted lips, her hand clutched his muscular thigh. But she made no attempt to escape him. If he wished to devour her right then, she would let him.
His left hand held her in place creeping up to cup her full breast while his right one parted her legs, brushing inside her thighs, deftly creeping up to her inner folds.
Her cheek was as soft and tender as he had imagined it to be, he nibbled on it as if he had been starved to taste her for years.
Withdrawing his teeth his coarse tongue wriggled out to lavishly lick the spots he had bitten into.
Tips of his index finger and thumb slowly pinched her puckered pink top and she mewled so wantonly as the middle finger of his right hand dexterously invaded her silken folds.
"Arghh!" A maelstrom of moans and yelps escaped Skyla at his sudden invasion, the unfathomable pleasures wrecking her inside and out as he continued his onslaught on her starved body.
"These plump cheeks are as delicious as I had imagined." Zyair promptly informed her as he plopped a wet kiss on her crimson cheek and slid his lips alongside her jaw down to her slender inviting neck.
His hands continued their onslaught on her most tender parts while his lips latched onto the soft spot of her neck and he began to suck it with his supple lips.
"You really bit me," she hoarsely asked, loving every second of all these mini adventures he was slowly taking her on.
"It was a wish, a very old one and I loved doing it." He fanned her neck before lavishing on that tender spot again. His hand played with her soft fleshy bosoms. The feel of them in his hand was heavenly.
Skyla’s nails dug into his right thigh as her legs thrashed at the overstimulation of her body. The heat from the water swirled all around them and she threw her head on his shoulder giving him more access to her neck.
His middle finger slowly entered and exited her. Her inner walls clamped at this sudden invasion, and his thumb slightly pinched her bundle of nerve, stimulating her even more. While her tender breasts were squeezed and tugged by his skilled hand.
Every moment brought a different sensation, every action hit her core ruthlessly making it milk and excrete more of her bodily fluids. The man knew how to hit all her erogenous spots and bring her the pleasure she had only dreamt about.
His promises were real and he was fulfilling them one after the other. He was playing her body like his favourite musical instrument and she was making all the rhythmic music. ƒгeewebnovёl.com
"Zyairrr!" His name was torn from her lips as she writhed in forbidden pleasures in his stronghold.
"Skyla, my love," he answered in a needy groan while chewing on the supple flesh on her neck like a honey-dipped confectionary.
"I can’t anymore," her tumultuous voice came out so hoarse and raspy, she didn’t even recognise it herself.
"Yes, you can. Ride it out with me and then I will bathe you," he declared, jerking his hips forward so she could feel his hardness poking her from behind, while the flexed muscles of his torso hugged and kneaded her back.
His sharp teeth nipped her neck in the most detectable fashion, he wished to leave his mark. Unlike her ex-husband, his mark was of his love and affection and the one she would bear with pride and not loathing.
Skyla’s body rocked with another orgasm as her body clenched, her legs jerked and her core leaked around his impaling finger. And then with a last twerk, it went totally lax as spurs of energy left her and she fell into his arms, panting breathlessly.
Zyair tightly engulfed her in them, the muscles of his biceps compacted while he buried his nose into her neck.
"I got you," he swiftly whispered, blowing her neck with his hot breath. She completely relaxed in his arms, giving herself over to him. Letting herself be appeased.
They stayed like that, unrushed and sluggish.
Letting their hearts settle in the peace and tranquillity they both birthed in each other.
Unwantedly Zyair unwrapped his brawny arms from around her and picked up the sponge and liquid soap to bathe her. The water was turning lukewarm now and he wanted to get her out of it before it turned purely cold.
He started with her back while Skyla sat still, too lethargic from multiple orgasms that had hit her.
The foam and touch of his hands was too gentle as he washed every part of her body, thoroughly and unhurriedly as if he possessed all the time in the world and this was the most important task he needed to accomplish.
"Come, my love."
Just the way he had carried her in, Zyair carried her out after wrapping her in a fluffy bathrobe. His own tapered waist was clad in a towel too.
Taking another towel Zyair wrapped it around her head as she ardently watched him with doe eyes. She would never get tired of him bathing her.
Placing her on the wing-back, Zyair kneeled in front of her and began to pat dry her hair. His own damp hair fell in front and their edges dripped from pearl-like water droplets.
The sensual slow rubbing movements made her lethargic and her eyes began to droop.
Zyair affectionately smiled at how she struggled to stay awake.
"Sky!" He fondly called her out and her half-closed eyes flicked open finding his amused ones.
"Yes!"
"Tonight you will sleep in my arms just like that night when we first met and I won’t let you go for even a second," he informed her while getting up and proceeding to the cupboard in the corner. He had stacked it with clothes. For him as well as her.
Skyla’s steady heart accelerated its beats at his casually thrown words. How long has it been since she slept in a man’s arms all night long?
Doran did that sometimes when it suited him but it mostly tensed her up. She knew in her bones that it would be so different with Zyair.
She couldn’t help but marvel at his tattoed back once again, the man was indeed a fine specimen, the one who needed to be wantonly eyed. The towel hung low on his waist and she brazenly peeked at all of his corded muscles. freeweɓnøvel.com
Grabbing a white nightshirt, Zyair sauntered back to Skyla as she couldn’t help but glance at his well-sculpted face and bare chest. She could simply get drunk by just staring at him all eternity.
"You will only be wearing my shirt," he seductively announced, his lips twerking up in a charming smile that melted the whole of her heart.
"I would love that." Skyla stood up so he could dress her. Slowly he peeled the bathrobe from her precious body and was again taken aback by her voluptuous breasts.
So pink, so round.
He could savour them all night along but she was tired now so he wanted to give her a break.
"Raise your arms, beautiful," he instructed in that deep silken voice of his, which stirred a thousand emotions in her. She obeyed and he dressed her up.
Zyair then led her to the bed and helped her lie down, picking up the duvet he covered her body with so she wouldn’t be cold.
Bending down he kissed her forehead and murmured, "Wait for me."
Skyla nodded as he straightened and began to pick up all the wet towels and their discarded clothes. He neatly hung hers and his on the hangers and into the cupboard. Music was turned off.
The half-finished cake was covered with a cloche while the wine remained undisturbed. They will have plenty of time to drink it later.
Towels went back to the bathroom, shoes were neatly placed in a straight line. His mask was neatly folded and placed on the table. She took it off, she will be the one to place it back on when they finally leave here.
Grabbing night trousers from the closet he disappeared into the bathroom for a while and returned with it hanging low on his hips. His hair had dried a bit too so he ruffled and brushed them.
Turning back to Skyla he saw her eyes had closed and the slow up and down movement of her chest and small snores revealed she had drifted to sleep. He affectionately smiled, he had tired her.
Turning off the lights, he turned the lamp on. Zyair finally slipped inside the duvet with her.
His burly arm snaked around her tiny waist and he spooned her, her back hitting his robust chest and peace enveloped him.
His lips descended on her temple as he whispered.
"Good night, my precious Lily."
There were no nightmares that night, for either of them.
