Page 216 of Mates for the Raskarrans #1-6

Hardly daring to believing it, I reach out, letting the water wash over my hand, rinsing away the handful of soap.

I can’t help the moan that escapes me at the delicious hot temperature of it, and then I’m scrambling out of my filthy, filthy clothes, kicking off my trousers and pulling my top over my head, before jumping underneath the spray.

I’m pretty sure the water running off me must be as brown as the stuff that first came out of the shower head.

I turn my face up into the spray, closing my eyes and letting it blast away the grime and the sticky, sickly sweat.

Reaching up, I run my fingers through my hair, brushing carefully over the spot where I hit my head, teasing the strands apart where they were matted with blood.

I pump another handful of the soap out and lather it up, massaging it into my arms, my shoulders, then getting another handful for my hair.

I wash myself all over, then do it all again, until I feel squeaky clean and fully like myself again.

I turn to Dazzik, a beaming smile on my face, and find him staring at me, a strained sort of heat in his expression.

Immediately, heat flushes through me, pooling between my thighs.

I can see the bulge of his cock in his trousers, and the thought of him watching me, taking pleasure in watching me, sends a delicious shiver through me.

I hadn’t even thought of seducing him, just wanting to be clean, but he’s put the thought in my mind now, and I’m feeling good.

My breathing is easy, my stomach is full, and I’ve slept so much these last few days, my strength is almost fully recovered.

And I’m here. Naked. With my mate.

I gesture for him to come over. Watch him hesitate, the war in his thoughts obvious on his face.

After a moment, he peels off his top, loosening the ties on his trousers.

Then he steps forwards, letting them fall to the floor, and I drink in the sight of him.

His broad, muscular chest, the defined abs, that delicious line that leads down and down.

I look at his cock. I can’t help it. I linger on that engorged length, watch it bob and sway as he steps over to me. It’s thick and long and so very big and I can’t wait to get my hands all over it.

But first, hygiene.

I draw Dazzik under the water, watch as his eyes close, a groan of pleasure that sounds almost sexual escapes him. My skin, already jittery with need, practically jumps at that sound, and I have to fight against the urge to climb all over him.

I gesture for him to sit. He looks at me, a question in his eyes, but then he does so, lowering himself to the ground.

I pump out another large handful of soap, then start working it into his hair.

He has a lot of it, and it’s matted, uncared for.

I wonder if I’ll be able to get the tangles out at all, but as I soap it up, massage out the dirt, it starts to hang a little smoother, and I work my fingers through the tangles, doing my best not to tug on it too hard.

Before long, the worst of the tangles are out, and I’m mostly just playing with his hair, running my fingers through it for the pleasure of touching him, gently scraping my nails across his scalp and hoping he gets some pleasure out of it too.

My pussy is throbbing with need, hot and achy, and when Dazzik turns, buries his face in my curls, it’s the most natural thing in the world to open to him, to part my thighs and let him in.

Immediately, his tongue is on my pussy, licking through my folds, before coming to lap at my clit.

I moan, sinking my fingers into his hair and gripping tight as he takes my right leg, sliding it up over his shoulder.

I’m close enough to the wall to brace myself against it, and I lean back, closing my eyes and enjoying the sensation of my mate’s tongue on my most sensitive places.

The cool touch of the wall at my back, the hot jets of water against my legs, the hotter press of his tongue against me, the sensations mingle together, and I’m so sensitive to it all, so sensitive to everything.

All the longing and the fear and the elation and everything else I’ve felt in the last few days concentrates inside me, driving me higher, making me feel everything intensely.

“Dazzik,” I say on a whimper.

He does that rumbling growl thing, vibrating against my core, and fuck, it feels so good. I let his name fall from my lips over and over again, begging him to touch me, begging him to keep going, to drive me to the climax I so desperately need.

It doesn’t take long. Within moments, I’m coming apart on his tongue, my body pulsing with pleasure as he continues to lave me, making sure to wring every last drop of sensation out of me that he can.

Then he’s on his feet, his big arms around me, holding me tight to him, and I burrow into him, needing this as much as the release.

Needing his embrace, needing his closeness.

After so many days apart, fearful I’d never actually see him, I never want him to let me go.

I find some towels and a couple of robes in the lockers at the far end of the bathroom. The robe is fine for me, but it won’t reach across Dazzik’s shoulders, so he scowls, tossing it aside, and just walks brazenly naked behind me as I head back up to our room.

There, I take one look at the dirty bedsheets, and decide a fresh bedroom is needed.

There are several up on this floor, so we have our pick.

I go to the one next door to the old room, flicking on the soft bedside lamp as I take a seat on the bed.

Dazzik watches me a moment, then disappears, returning a few seconds later with my tablets.

“Thank you,” I say, pouring out two and taking them. I’ll keep taking them until they’re gone, and hopefully that will be enough.

I towel dry my hair, combing my fingers through it. There’s plenty up here I haven’t explored, and maybe I’ll be able to find a hairbrush somewhere. For now, fingers will do, and I throw the damp towel over the back of the desk chair in the corner when I’m done.

I turn to Dazzik. He’s still naked, still erect, and he watches me carefully, the question of more intimacy between us a big, heavy thing in the air without the need for more words. I rise to my feet, opening my robe and letting it fall to the floor in answer.

Immediately, he’s on me, drawing me up into his arms and flush against him as his mouth finds mine, giving me a hot, needy kiss.

His cock presses into my stomach, hot and twitchy and despite the orgasm not a few minutes ago, I can feel myself growing slick and ready for him.

His hands roam over my skin, stroking down my back to cup my backside, squeezing, kneading, and if I wasn’t already a puddle of need, those touches would have got me there.

“Nhi Sam,” he breathes into my ear, his chest rumbling against me.

“Dazzik,” I reply, drawing him down into the bed.