When you look into an abyss, the abyss looks into you

She aches. There is a hollowness in her abdomen that she has never felt before. With each pass of that damned cloth over her breast, her stomach tightens. The ache intensifies. Regan has half a mind to smack him for torturing her. For surely that is what this is.

Their gazes collide and the tension between them becomes palpable. Regan's body is pliant and yet strung tight like a bow. As his hand begins to slide down the taught expanse of her stomach, Regan's lips part in expectation. Of what? She has no idea. Only that something greater awaits to be brought forth by his hands. She is torn. A part of her wants to keep her gaze locked with his. And yet. There is another part of her that wants to track his hands progress with something akin to anticipation.

She quivers with and for his touch. Wishing that it was his rough hands against her skin and not the cloth. Somehow she knows this would be better. Right.

He drops to his knee before her. Washing her in the most intimate way in her most sensitive area. He is daring and Regan enjoys it -- and him. She rewards his daring by dropping a hand against his shoulder and gripping tightly. A silent groan parting her lush lips. Heavy lidded she glances down at the vulnerable viking and must admit, even to herself, she has never seen anything hotter.

Too soon he is finished and moving on to her legs with methodical ease. Though the scent of his arousal grows with each passing moment. It gives a rich scent to the air and Regan finds she rather enjoys it. She has no idea her body is giving off the very same sweet pheromone.

Their gazes lock just in time for him to rise steadily to his feet and wrap his large hands around her upper arms. Using strength to turn her, though she easily allows this overture. The heat of him against her back is luscious and daunting. He dwarfs her diminutive size with his sheer mass and height. He is all virile male and it shows when he presses himself against the curve of her ass. There is a wet thud, followed by a press of softness against the curve of her neck. His lips trailing a path of heated kisses along the sensitive flesh. A soft exhalation rushes past her lips and she leans into his touch like a cat starving for attention.

How apt.

Then he is stepping away and the weight of his gaze falls upon her once more. Turning, Regan meets his gaze with open wonder. For surely it is shining in her eyes. The girl has certainly never experienced anything like it. A moment passes before slowly, gracefully, Regan bends down and retrieves the cloth from the shower floor. Squeezing a good amount of body wash onto its surface she steps towards him. "My turn?"

Oh she certainly hopes so.




"Thinks like this"