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I chuckle, but I'm strangely dissatisfied with his answer. All of this and nothing has changed in his eyes?
For me, it feels like a huge change. I'm moving forward...but to what?
CHAPTER
TWENTY-THREE
KAZEX
Lady Ruth once told me that a lot of humans believe in an afterlife called Heaven, where people go and spend eternity in bliss. She'd said she didn't know what it'd be like, but for me, Heaven is surely Ruthie with her thighs spread against my ears, her sweet cries filling the room as I tongue her to another climax.
It's the best way to start the morning. It's the only way I want to start every morning from here on out.
Because now I've got Ruthie in my arms, and I'm not letting her go.
She's a little shy this morning, my sweet female. After I make her come, she's all blushes, and when I try to kiss her, she covers her mouth and insists that her breath is terrible. Impossible. I shared a room with Dopekh before she arrived and he'd once left a bowl of half-eaten veg under his bed for six months. That smelled terrible. Ruthie is just Ruthie.
The moment she puts down her toothbrush, I cup her face and kiss her thoroughly.
"You taste delightful," I tell her, rubbing the tip of her small, cute nose with my larger, far less cute one. "Tell me that you're staying nearby today. I have training sessions with two of the crew this morning, and then I have to run a check on the wiring. I told Erzah I'd handle it since he's caught up in the cantina business. Other than that, I'm all yours."
"Other than all that, huh?" She gives me a wry look. "So what you're saying is that you're busy all day but you want me nearby just to look at?"
"Yes." I kiss her again. "Is that bad?"
Ruthie just laughs. "I already promised Erzah I'd meet him at his new location and help him figure out what he's going to need. Sorry."
I want to growl at Erzah for stealing her away from me, even if just for a few hours. "Come see me when you get back."
"Oh, I will. I'm going to shower first, though." She strips off her bra and the tunic she likes to sleep in and then steps across the lavatory and into the shower. I watch her ass flex as she moves, and it only takes a moment before I decide I'm going to join her.
She laughs when I get into the narrow shower-box with her, practically pressing her against the wall. "There's not enough room in here for both of us."
"There is. But we have to be touching." I slide an arm around her waist and pull her against me, nestling my cock against her delightful backside. "See?"
"How am I supposed to wash?" A chuckle escapes her. "Or is the big plan that I soap up and you just rub me all over you?"
That is actually a genius plan. "I like that idea, actually."
Ruthie laughs, and I love how much I've been able to make her smile in the last few days. It's like something has unthawed between us, and some of her fear has melted away.
"Hmm, should we get the coin?" Ruthie says, turning to face me. "Heads, I can wash your front, and tails, I can wash your back."
"No coin needed—I prefer the front."
"How did I know?" She arches a pierced brow at me and then squeezes a large dollop of body wash into her hand. "Stay still. I'd hate to miss a spot."
"That sounds like a threat." But I remain still just as she says, because I want her hands all over me. Because I love that she's reaching for me without needing the coin. Good.
She starts out innocently, her soapy hands skimming over my shoulders and down my arms, even as the tips of her breasts tease my front. The pierced one is still covered with waterproof bandages, but even as it skims against me, she gasps.
Kef, I can't wait until it's safe to touch her there. I'm going to play with that piercing for hours, just to make her whimper endlessly.
Her hands slip down my abdomen, tickling my stomach and then heading lower. Before I can even offer a single word of encouragement, her hands are on my cock, stroking it with a slippery, soapy grasp.
I slam my hands to the tile, bracing myself. Nothing has ever felt better than that, and I growl with how much I need her.
"Too much?" she asks, her tone flirty. She trails her fingers on my belly instead, deliberately avoiding my cock.
"Too good."
"Should I stop?"
"Kef no. You need to do it again. Put your hands on me and stroke, Ruthie."
She bites her lip, her eyes luminous. "Is it bad that I like it when you boss me around?"
