I moved the washcloth lower, across her cheeks, and into her crevice. She made another of those little cooing sounds and spread her legs. I delved deeper, bringing the cloth under her groin and up her front. She stopped washing her front and leaned both hands against the wall while I continued to make sure, in excruciating carefulness, that she was totally clean.
Cris was breathing hard when I lifted her slightly and slid into her. She gasped and collapsed against the wall. Dropping the washcloth, my fingers began to play softly against her most tender spot while I began to thrust into her. She rocketed to another orgasm while I was still warming up. I held still within her until her spasm calmed, then I lifted her off me. She gasped when I pulled out, but I turned her in my hands and lowered her back onto me. Her legs came up around my waist and I felt her ankles interlock behind my back. Leaning her against the tile, I pounded into her while her mouth found mind and she devoured me. She spasmed twice more before I finally climaxed into her. I had to hold her tight against the wall to keep from dropping her. My stamina was gone. It left me weak after my own orgasm and I could barely catch my breath.
We stayed that way, leaning into the wall while the warm water gushed over us, until I slipped out of her. She gave me a weak smile and her legs unclenched and dropped. “Well, I don’t know if I can keep that up the rest of the night.”
I glanced down. She followed my gaze and laughed softly. “Not that, you duffus. I meant that many orgasms. They take a lot out of a girl, even one with a teenager’s stamina.”
I kissed her as I let her down until she could stand.
“Then I guess we’d better finish up in here and get into bed before something else comes up.”
“You mean before you come up again,” Cris said. She groaned. “Oh, boy, I think I’m raw. I may need that healing spell after all.”
“Oh?” I asked with a raised eyebrow.
She patted my cheek. “Yes, my studly man. You may have been keeping fit screwing that vixen apprentice of yours, but my tender pussy hasn’t had anyone in it but once since you left.”
“Vixen apprentice?” I queried.
“You know what I mean. I know you two have been bumping pelvises on a daily basis. Who could blame you? Even without all that meshing you’re doing, the two of you have young bodies that look like they ought to be fucked daily.”
“Cris!” I said with mock shock and amazement.
She chuckled. “Don’t give me that. You know damn well that you two would be screwing like bunnies even without the meshing.”
“Without the meshing, we’d be mentor and apprentice and I think I could have kept our relationship platonic,” I stated confidently.
Cris chuckled again. “No way, lover boy. Now hand me that washcloth. You aren’t getting anywhere near my tender pussy with that thing again tonight.”
I bent to pick up the discarded washcloth. “What thing? The washcloth or my–”
Her palm came down on my butt hard enough to make me jump erect. “Ow! Hey.”
She had a devilish grin on her face. “Oh, did that hurt? Ah, I still want that washcloth.”
In my haste to protect myself, I hadn’t picked it up. I stepped back from her, bent at the knees, and scooped it up. I held it out and she took it from me.
Rising, I moved against her, putting my hands against the wall on either side of her and pressing her body back against the tile with mine. We finished up in the bath, lazily, enjoying cleaning and drying each other. Cris wrapped a bath sheet around her, covering far too much of her exquisite body, and left the bath just ahead of me.
Chapter 25
Therese
I lay awake, hugging one of the thick pillows that wasn’t propping up my head. I was in bed, alone, for the first time since Rafe had taken me from the hospital. Running my fingers across the sheets beside me, I marveled at my feelings. I was actually missing Rafe’s body, so much so that it was keeping me awake. It was strange, because before Rafe, I hadn’t spent the night sharing a man’s bed more than a few times. Maybe Rafe had been right in thinking we should have maintained a platonic relationship. No, I knocked that idea from my thoughts. Our training sessions left both of us hot and horny. It just wasn’t possible to mesh thoughts, emotions, and auras for that long without hungering for the other’s body.
Frustrated, I shoved the pillow off me and slid out from under the sheet, bumping Bruno as I did. He was curled up near my feet like some kind of reptilian cat. He gave a low growl at being disturbed and then blew a puff of smoke my way that smelled of sulfur before rolling over and going back to sleep. Barefoot, I walked to the bedroom door and opened it. Down the hall, there was a soft glow beneath the master bedroom’s door. I listened and thought I heard something. Without really thinking about it, I triggered my enhanced senses tat. It glowed beneath my US Army nightshirt and I listened again.
Grunts and groans and an occasional “Oh, my God!” came down the hallway to me. I stepped into the hall and padded slowly to the door of the master bedroom. At this distance, the magic of my tat let me hear everything going on as though I was standing in the room with them. After a minute of listening, I realized my fingers were beginning to move across my flesh as if of their
