27- The Shower Of Promises

27- The Shower Of Promises
Aisha skirted around the god who had beckoned her into the shower. She could feel the size and shape of the space between them, as electrified as her own sizzling skin. Excitement and anticipation settled in her gut as Imset leaned his back against the tiled wall. Was this really happening? Gods, she hoped so. She didn't undress before entering, her now soaking skirt clinging to her legs like a second skin. Her wet top dragged a deeper crease between the valley of her breasts. All else was forgotten.

The damp heaviness on her body only added to her thrill. What she wouldn't do to have him reach across the distance and stroke a finger along any of her peaks. She almost didn't see the slip of red coasting along her arms to the drain. She took another step further into the stream, her hair now a sweep of curls across the expanse of her back as she let the blood drain from her.

"Wash me," his command so cavalier Aisha didn't know what to make of it. He was standing there with a very intense erection but he was directing her to do everything but touch it. And the voice he used was so unbothered, if she hadn't been able to see proof, she might have thought she was imagining this whole experience.

"Now, Aisha," He snapped her back into focus as she looked around for soap, seeing a small bowl of a gelled substance sitting on a nearby ledge. Finding no washcloth to accompany the soap she looked back and forth between her hands and his body. She felt like jelly under his intense stare, the one that threatened to strip her down and devour her right there.

He was enjoying her struggle to figure out what to do without a cloth and she knew it. He could have easily conjured one. But he didn't. Blowing out a tense breath, she dipped her fingers into the gel and lathered the soap into her hands. It smelled of the spices she so often recognized as his scent.

The silky product was nothing if not an appetizer to the feel of his muscles beneath her hands. She worked along his shoulders first, kneading and scrubbing all of him. Trying and failing to ignore the burn of his gaze. She might have dipped forward more than necessary to wash his chest, scrubbing away the caked blood as one chained strap of her shirt fell over her shoulder.

There was something about the red liquid and how it dripped down him to the drain, that made her body ache. He had done that for her. Killed someone. Killed someone who deserved to die. And that made her want to please him. Did that make her a psychopath? At least a little deranged? Probably. And her body didn't care.

"Does it not bother you?" His eyes danced around her lips, scorching her exposed shoulder, cresting along the top curve of her breast. He obviously meant the blood.

"Should it?" she met his heated stare. The ache inside of her reached a fever pitch.

He licked his bottom lip quickly as he smiled, showing those metal sheathes she wanted to feel over her skin. The warm water made her shiver. Everything was stimulating, his chest muscles, his warm body, the erection that pressed between them, though they both pretended it wasn't there. His fierce eyes studied her face.

He leaned into the crook of her neck, brushing that metal against her, "Are you planning to only wash my shoulders?" His eyes gleamed as he slid her hands lower along his stomach. Nostrils flaring as she shivered against him. Aisha lathered his abs, then his obliques, ignoring his most prominent part to wash his thighs, kneeling before him once more. Finally left with nothing else to distract herself, she fixed her eyes to the mouth-watering perfection between his legs. The second her soapy hands stroked at him, Imset hissed, his eyes flashing red for a second.

She smirked at his sensitivity, relishing the feeling of his firm, smooth skin beneath her fingers. Scooting herself back into the stream she waited for Imset to follow and allow her to rinse the suds from his body. The space between her legs throbbed and ached for someone to touch it. She stroked him harder under the stream, pretending to rinse the soap as she enjoyed the feel of him. Twisting her hands in opposite motions until his head retched back, elongating the column of his throat. He swallowed. His canines nipped at his own bottom lip, holding back whatever sound he would have made.

Aisha enjoyed the snaking of thick veins along the length, leaning down without thinking to run her tongue over the head, smiling at the way he shuddered under her. She stood, almost drunk on the tension, and dunked her head under the stream of water, rinsing her face to clear her head. What the hell was she doing? Did it matter? Would she stop? No.

Imset pressed against her, wrapping an arm at her waist and a hand at the back of her neck. She was so close to the edge of an orgasm already, just from the tension of clenching and unclenching her legs that she couldn't help the moan she let escape.

He must have been waiting for the sound. Or the feel of her skin broke whatever restraint he had because suddenly Imset was sliding the chains off her shoulders, letting the soaked satin material slink under her breasts until he pulled it free. He stared at her reaction, seeming to drink it before he leaned down to lick the seam of her mouth. Aisha was a living flame. A quaking, quivering mess of need, certain that there was only one who could satisfy her.

Stroking thumbs down her bare waist, Imset reached beneath the slit of her skirt to untie the soft fabric from her thigh. His lips brushed her neck, drew her shallow exhales into his own lungs, desperate to claim what he had waited lifetimes for.

Her hips pushed forward, rolled against him as he roughly unzipped then pulled her skirt to the floor. She was bare beneath-- had not bothered to do him the mercy of one last bit of restraint. One last moment of a clear head. He nearly shook from the feel of her, running his hand the length of her thigh. He'd never touched anything that sent his body into a frenzy like this. Anything he'd had with other women paled before Aisha. He could practically taste the cream of her skin on his tongue. This was what he had been denying himself for so long? This sensation of melting under his own skin, of needing to taste and touch and join with every part of her until there was nothing left of either of them. To burn so completely for someone else he might die.

He took her lips, branding them as he devoured her moan, consuming the sigh of breath that left her mouth open for him. He delved into that opening, deepening the kiss while he reached behind to slide a hand along her back then down to cup the fullness he'd watched sway so many times that night.

Imset pulled back, panting. Exposed at last, he could see her desire as plain as day, nipples hard enough to cut glass, legs slick and sticky, though the water trailed over her. He gripped her neck loosely. "Get on your knees."

It was a command. And a request. A desire to release what had been building in his system all this time. His first cum wouldn't last, wouldn't ensure he gave more than he took. And he wouldn't have the moment ruined. Not at his first sampling of something so perfect. And to fight it? To try and curb his need would only distract him. Aisha nodded her head, unable to speak, but aware of what he needed as she lowered before him, licking along his stomach in messy, wet strokes.

Virgin or not she'd seen enough of what to do, knew enough of what she wanted to do. Her desire removed all doubt and fear. She gave herself over to her imagination, and became powerful in it. His eyes twitched as she immediately put her mouth to him. A slip of wet heat along his length had him backing away into the wall.

"Fuc-" he exhaled, hardly able to clear his mind enough to be embarrassed. It had never felt like this. Aisha grinned, feeling bold as she scooted forward to take him again. Feeling the back of her throat press his tip suddenly, his arm jerked out and smacked the wall, cracking tiles as he willed himself not to feel so intensely. It wasn't working. Gods, it wasn't working.

She pressed her head forward again, narrowing her mouth against him and Imset felt himself falling over the edge. He spilled into her throat, watching her swallow then lick her lips, as if she'd done it a hundred times despite the fact that he knew she hadn't. He felt drunk on the sexual energy between them, on the way neither of them wore any clothes or walls to guard themselves from one another. Bare.

Aisha let out a soft laugh, marvelling at the fact that she hadn't imagined herself here at the beginning of this day, tasting the sweetness of a god on her tongue.

"What?" he asked, giving her a satisfied smile.

"It's just... I didn't believe it," she shook her head slightly, "That you might be interested in me."

"Is that so?" he asked playfully, pushing away from the wall with every intention of wringing pleasure from her in the same way she had for him. She didn't answer, only smiled.

He couldn't control himself anymore, pulling her up and forcing her backwards, through the stream of water and into the opposite wall, "Do you want to know what it is to belong to me?" he asked, nipping at the skin of her neck. She nodded violently. She wanted all of it, whatever he would give, whatever it would mean.

Imset groaned, picking her up against the tile as he worked hot kisses down her stomach, scratching her with his canines. He tugged her legs over his shoulders as he lowered to his knees. For a moment he just stared at the beauty of her, the small triangle of hair at the apex of her lips, the moisture that showed her need as clearly as he'd shown his.

Aisha didn't think she'd ever seen anything as erotic as a death god between her legs. On his divine knees for her, staring between her legs as if it were his next meal. He met her gaze, promised a million things with that heated stare, and lowered to take his first taste.

"What do you prefer?" he asked against her thigh. For her own fingers, she knew the precise stroke and pressure to apply. But she had no idea what she liked when someone else was doing the work. He pressed his tongue inside, sweeping and plunging as she made small, squeaking pleas. Porn had not done it justice. The sensation of his rough tongue inside of her was liquid fire racing through her veins. She wanted to glue him to that very spot, to take pleasure from him until the world ended.

"This?" he murmured, pressing a finger inside, replacing his tongue as he guided the wet appendage along her folds, kissing and exploring the grooves. Deep gasping sighs were her only answer. The only response she could manage.

"Or maybe..." he pressed a kiss to her center, the swollen part of her that longed to be touched. The place she produced all her own pleasure. It sounded like she had clawed the moan from her chest as he applied force to his lips, rubbing and stroking against her with his full mouth. One of her hands gripped his dreads, the other helped brace her arching back against the tile wall. She had thought his reaction to her mouth was sinful. Yet this? The sounds he pulled from her chest were so primal, and loud, she thought she might lose her voice.

He needed no further encouragement, kissing and sucking against the nub until Aisha thought she might pass out or explode or do some strange combination of both. Her thighs clamped tighter, wetness dripping, her body squeezing in on itself until she couldn't stop her orgasm from cresting. She might have screamed. Might have made sounds that weren't altogether human as she slumped her weight down against his shoulders.

Imset licked away her taste, slowly standing, "I will have those sounds every day until the world ends. I could never go back to before this, Aisha. Try as I might to fight it, you’re under my skin.." He kissed her deeply, pulling back after a moment, "Say you'll have me."

His heart was in her hands. They hadn't gone too far. Hadn't given or taken too much. She could still say no. Still say she didn't want to give all of herself to him. And he would listen. Walk away from the cleaving of his own soul because he wouldn't force her. Wouldn't force any woman.

"Yes," she gasped, her skin tingling.