The thought's an amusing one and I make sure to scrub at Rukh's skin as quickly as I can. The moment he's clean of gore and grime, I'm absolutely going to jump his bones. Part of me wants to turn this into a sexy sponge bath, but there's too much blue skin that needs to be cleaned and it's too chilly to loiter.
Unsexy sponge bath first, I decide, and then into the cave. Then we can be as sexy as we like.
I'm having a hard time sticking to my own plan, though. Rukh was naked as he helped me, which means he's dirty everywhere. It's hard to tell myself to wait and be patient when I have to towel off his perfect, hard buns. Or when I run the washcloth down each strong leg. As I make my way to his front, I notice he's not unaffected, either. His cock has stiffened and is standing proud and erect as I wash up his thighs.
Well, I just have to make sure he's clean there, too, don't I? It's my duty as a loving mate.
So I wet the rag again and take great care washing his sac and every ridge of that big, thick cock. I wash his spur, and then give a little sigh of disappointment when I work my way up to his chest. I'd rather stay between his thighs, but that won't get the rest of him clean. By the time I straighten to do his shoulders, he's watching me with a glittering, intense stare that takes my breath away.
"I think I'm done," I manage, tossing the rag into the last of the water in the pouch. "All good. Now—"
He shakes his head, trapping my arm before I can leave. "Har-loh dirty."
"Still?" I glance down at my body, holding my boobs to look at everything underneath. I'm not as sparkling clean as I would be in a hot shower, but I thought we'd done pretty good. I feel refreshed and good. I feel more than ready to have my mate touch me, which I couldn't say an hour ago. "Where?"
Rukh makes a noise in his throat and then leans over the fire pit, pulling out the towel again. He gives me a scorching look. "Rukh wash."
And then he drops to his knees in front of me.
I…oh. My breath comes faster, and I think about how much I enjoyed cleaning his cock, even though I didn't have to. Perhaps I spent a bit too much loving time on it and he got ideas in his head. Or maybe he just misses my touch as much as I miss his. Whatever it is, I'm not about to complain. "Rukh," I breathe, brushing strands of hair back from his face. "Where are you going to wash me, baby?"
He gives me a sly look that takes my breath away and then presses the warm rag right between my thighs.
I squirm at the feel of it against my folds. It feels good, warm and wet, but it's not what I want there. "Are you telling me I'm a dirty girl?"
"Clean Har-loh," he says softly, rubbing the cloth back and forth. The friction just gets me wetter, and I can't stay still. Not when he's that close to my pussy and when he's talking in that low, hungry voice. He's going to make me absolutely crazy with need. Rukh considers for a moment, then tosses aside the rag. He wraps an arm around my hips and pulls me close, until his face brushes against my stomach.
Then he growls and lifts one of my legs over his arm, spreading my thighs.
I squeak in surprise, reaching forward and grabbing his horns for balance. He doesn't stop, though, just hauls me forward until my leg is over one shoulder and my pussy’s practically in his face. "Rukh," I whimper. My pulse feels as if it's beating between my thighs, heat coursing through my body…and yet he's still not touching me. It's all still a big tease. "Am I clean enough for you? Or do you need a closer inspection?"
He looks at my pussy thoughtfully and then reaches up a finger to trace over my folds. "Kiss Har-loh," he murmurs, glancing up at me. "Yes?"
He wants to kiss my pussy? Put his mouth there? Uh, as if I even have to think twice. "Yes," I encourage. "Yes, yes. All the kisses."
My mate makes a hungry sound low in his throat. Clenching my hips, he pushes his face between my thighs and licks my folds. I moan, holding tight to his horns as he groans with pleasure and moves in for another taste. He's still so tall when he's seated like this that I have to stand on tiptoe to angle his mouth just right. When he shifts his weight, I threaten to topple into the fire. "Rukh," I pant. "Wait, wait."