Free Alistair’s Bed by Susan Hayes Page B

informed him with a squeal of delight as he scooped her back into his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
    “Incubi usually are.” He grinned down at her. “We have to eat when we can, only those with mates know when we’re going to find our next meal.”
    “Oh lovely, I’m a meal now?”
    “A very tasty one.” Alistair set her down and swatted her playfully on the rump as he pointed to the shower. “Now, show me how this works, I fear I’m getting hungry again.”
    “And you complained I was pushy!” She grumbled playfully as she showed him how to adjust the water’s temperature and turn the shower on.
    "The moment she declared the water hot enough she found herself lifted her into the shower by a pair of powerful hands and seconds later he had followed her in, crowding the space with his six and a half foot frame. She reached past him and found the soap, lathering it in her hands and smoothing it over his shoulders, enjoying the excuse to explore his body.
    She worked her way lower, keeping the soap away from him despite several attempts to take it from her. “Uh-uh, it’s your turn to be patient,” she informed him with a wink and a grin.
    Alistair shot her a disgruntled look and relented, surrendering to her ministrations. Soon he was moaning at her touch, clearly enjoying her attentions as she felt his muscles relax beneath her hands. She was enjoying herself too; letting her hands glide all over Alistair’s sculpted body. She glanced up to his face, noting the closed eyes and relaxed smile on his handsome face.
    She let her hands drift lower, saw the catch in his breathing as her fingers caressed his balls. A wicked thought flashed through her mind and she acted before she could reconsider, dropping to her knees and wrapping her lips around his semi hard cock, her soap covered hands cupping his scrotum at the same time.
    Alistair startled and groaned, his cock hardening instantly. He leaned back against the tiles of the shower stall, his hips already rocking lightly against her mouth. Hot water streamed down their bodies, adding another layer of stimulation to the experience. Enjoying the power she held, Keri got busy, her tongue stroking over every inch of hard flesh.
    “Keri.” He growled her name as she sucked on him hard, her teeth lightly raking over his sensitive glans. “By Styx woman, don’t stop.”
    Her response was a low laugh she knew would vibrate through him, and she was pleased to note it made his thighs quake in response. He gripped the soap dish with one hand, the other reaching down to rest on her head, shielding her face from the continuous cascade of water. Over and over her tongue measured his length, only pausing to flick rapid-fire over the tip of his penis, lapping at it until he groaned in pleasure.
    As he groaned a warning Keri bowed her head, opened her mouth wide and swallowed him deep, so deep her throat muscles stroked him as she swallowed again and again. She felt him tense and then she was swallowing down his seed, the sharp crack of something breaking nearly drowned out by his roars of pleasure.
    Keri was back in his arms before he opened his eyes again, kissing him and laughing as she pried the handle of the soap dish out of his fingers.
    “You broke my shower.” She informed him, holding up the broken fixture.
    “You broke me first.” He answered her gruffly and lifted her off the floor to kiss her, turning them both so that his back was shielding her from the water. She wrapped her legs around his hips as he backed her into the tiled wall and held her there, his kisses deep and demanding.
    Keri’s moaned and the broken handle fell to the bathmat, forgotten as her need for him swept everything else away. His thick cock pressed against her slit and she moaned, gripping him tighter as he rocked his hips and breached her channel by the barest inch before stopping, poised just at the verge of pleasuring them both.
    “Again? Already?” She wriggled her body,