Total pages in book: 41
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 38048 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 190(@200wpm)___ 152(@250wpm)___ 127(@300wpm)
“That’s a fucking understatement,” Klaus growled. He looked at her earnestly. “Look, I’m not going to lie and say I haven’t imagined things like this—I’m not going to pretend I haven’t fantasized about touching your gorgeous breasts or petting your soft little pussy, but I don’t want you to feel taken advantage of.”
“That’s, um, okay.” Kelli was suddenly breathless. So he had fantasized about her? “I thought of you, too,” she admitted. “I just never thought, you know, that anything would ever happen between us.”
“Well it’s about to happen if we’re ever going to get out of this fucking shower,” Klaus pointed out. “The question is, who goes first? Do you want to wash me…or do you want me to wash you?”
Kelli bit her lip.
“I think…I’d like to go first, if you don’t mind,” she said.
“All right.” Her Protector nodded and spread his hands. “Go ahead, sunshine—wash me. I’m all yours.”
13
KLAUS
Klaus couldn’t believe this was actually fucking happening. How many times had he fantasized about the curvy little Elite touching him—and now she was actually going to do it.
He felt guilty, of course, but not as much as he might have expected. After all, the cabin was forcing them to do this. They literally didn’t have a choice unless they wanted to stay in the shower all night—which was out of the question. Also, he wasn’t really breaking his vow at the moment. He had sworn never to take another bride—not to never touch another woman, he told himself. Or to let her touch him, in this case.
And then Kelli’s small, soapy hands were on his body and all the thoughts were pushed out of her head.
She didn’t start with his shaft—which was already semi-hard between his legs. Instead, she went around behind him and began soaping and scratching his back. Her long nails felt wonderful and Klaus couldn’t help letting out a low moan of pleasure as she drew zig-zag patterns on his flesh.
“You like that?” she asked as her fingers moved lower.
“Gods, yes—feels fucking amazing!” Klaus told her. He felt her hands hesitating…and then she moved lower.
“I’m not really sure how, uh, intimate we’re supposed to get,” she said as she kneaded his cheeks. “But I think this counts.”
“Yeah, I guess you could say so.” It felt a little funny to be touched there, but Klaus found he didn’t mind. Kelli’s hands might be small but they were surprisingly strong—he was really enjoying the massage she was giving him. Feeling her touching him so intimately was making him fucking hard, even though she wasn’t anywhere near his shaft.
“Well,” she said at last. “I, uh, think your back is clean. Should I…should I wash your front?”
“I guess you should.” Klaus hoped she wouldn’t be shocked when he turned around. His shaft was throbbing and the Mating Fist—sometimes called a “Bonding Knot”—at its base was aching with need.
Slowly he turned around, keeping his arms at his sides. He saw Kelli’s eyes travel from his chest, down the length of his body. They widened when she saw what was between his legs.
“Oh my God!” she whispered, shaking her head. “How in the world…?”
“Sorry, sunshine,” Klaus said gruffly. “Having your soft little hands on me really affected me. Can’t help getting hard when we’re naked in the shower together and you’re touching me.”
“Oh, of course.” Her cheeks were flushed as she hurriedly dropped her eyes. “Sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel, er, self-conscious. I’ve just never seen such a big one before.”
“So your ex-mate didn’t measure up?” Klaus asked, giving her half a grin.
She shook her head, her cheeks getting even pinker.
“If you want to know the truth, he was really small.”
“How small?” Klaus was intrigued. He’d heard that human males weren’t much to speak of in the size department but really, how bad could it be?
Kelli’s eyes darted up to his face and then back down again.
“Well…have you heard of a micro-penis?”
“A what?” Klaus frowned.
“It’s just really tiny. My ex-husband was like this.” She held her finger and thumb about two inches apart.
“What—when he was soft?” Klaus demanded.
She shook her head.
“No, that was when he was hard.”
Klaus couldn’t believe it.
“But…you must barely have been able to feel it!” he protested.
She shrugged.
“It got the job done. It wasn’t the most exciting thing—having sex with Mitch, I mean. But you seem to have the opposite situation going on.” She eyed his erect shaft, her eyes going wide again. “If you don’t mind me asking, how do you even use that thing?”
Klaus snorted laughter.
“The way any male does.”
“Right, I mean, I get that.” Kelli nodded. “But how…how exactly does it fit?”
“Oh, you mean if I was to try and fit it into someone much smaller than me?” Klaus raised his eyebrows. “Like say, someone your size, sunshine?”
Her cheeks went red again but she nodded.