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“
Sorry, just speculating.
Uh…” He shifted uncomfortably. “Are you almost done with that arm,
Kate? The skin is beginning to feel kind of raw.”

Kate stopped scrubbing and looked down at
his right arm, which she had been working on with the puff for
several minutes now. To her dismay, it was clear she hadn’t gotten
even the tiniest bit of slime off of him. His arm was still coated
from wrist to shoulder in the black stuff.

“
It’s not working, is it?
The scrubbing implement,” Rone said in a low voice.

“
The puff,” Kate corrected
him. “And no.” She sighed. “No, it’s not—not a bit.”

“
Again, I think we’re
dealing with a very literal command,” he said. “Didn’t Madam Shadow
say that no
hand
but your lover’s would get the slime off?”

“
Yes, something like
that,” Kate mumbled.

“
So I’m sorry—I think
we’re going to have to use our hands.”

“
You’re probably right.”
Well, there went the comfortable distance she’d planned to put
between herself and the big Kindred. Hanging the bright blue puff
back on its hook, Kate took a deep breath and began rubbing her
hands up and down his arm.

At once the slime began to
come off. It melted away, just as it had when they washed each
others’ hands in the kitchen sink. Kate tried to rub briskly and
ignore the feeling of Rone’s hard muscles under her palms and
fingers but it was nearly impossible not to notice how incredibly
fit he was.
He must have less than 2% body
fat,
she thought, wishing she could say
the same.
God, he’s so huge and
muscular—how am I going to get all of him?

She did his other arm next and then his
back. He had some streaks of the black stuff leading from the small
of his back down his firm ass but she decided to leave that for
later. Going around the front again, she scrubbed at his washboard
abs and couldn’t help liking the feeling of his hard flesh under
her hands.

Rone held perfectly still for the operation
and didn’t say a word. But though Kate was careful not to touch him
anywhere below the waist—not yet, anyway, she was working up the
nerve to go there—she still noticed that his long, thick shaft was
now half hard.

God, he’s huge! No—don’t
look,
she told herself quickly. But it was
really difficult not to—especially since he kept on getting bigger
as she continued to wash him.

Trying to put the disturbing sight out of
her mind, she went around to the back again and squirted more body
wash into her hands. Time to tackle that ass and his thighs and
legs. Maybe by the time she was finished he would have gone down
again.

Right, and then he’s going
to go right back up again the minute you wash him in front,
whispered that little voice in her head.
Face it, Kate, there’s no getting away from that
thing.

Trying not to think about
it, she went to work, washing the big Kindred as briskly as she
could. But since she had to use her hands and not the puff, she
couldn’t help the fact that she was basically stroking and rubbing
her hands up and down his ass and thighs. And damn, he felt
good,
even though she
tried not to notice.

Finally, she’d done his torso, arms, legs,
behind, and even his feet. There was no way to put off the
inevitable any longer. Take a deep breath, Kate went back to the
front.

She sucked in a breath in dismay. His long,
hard shaft was now completely erect. It jutted from between his
thighs, the broad, plum-shaped head pointed right at her. And
though she had been hoping against hope that the black streaks of
grime from the pool might have somehow dissipated or melted away on
their own, she saw that they were still very much there, right on
the shaft of his cock.

Rone must have heard her strangled gasp
because he shifted from foot to foot.

“
Forgive me,” he said in a
low voice. “I’m not doing it on purpose. It’s just been so long
since I felt your soft hands on me, Kate.”

“
Oh, uh…” She tried to
laugh but it came out sounding forced and nervous. “I’m, uh, afraid
you’re about to feel them a lot more. Your uh—you have the stuff
from the pool on your…on your…”

“
On my shaft?” he finished
for her softly.

“
Uh-huh.” God, she was
blushing and stuttering like a kid in elementary school. What
was
wrong
with
her? “So if you don’t mind I, uh, need to wash you there. Sorry,”
she babbled.

“
Don’t be sorry.” Rone
planted his feet apart and put his hands behind his back like a
soldier standing at ease. “I’ll stay perfectly still, I
promise.”

“
Okay. Here goes nothing.”
Feeling like she was taking part in a live action porno with a
particularly unbelievable plot, she squirted yet more body wash
into her hands and tried to grip his shaft gently.

A low groan broke from his lips as she
stroked him firmly up and down.

“
Sorry!” Kate pulled her
hands away at once. “I…uh…I didn’t hurt you, did I?”

“
Forgive me,” he said
again in a strangled voice. “No, you didn’t hurt me. Quite the
opposite, in fact. I just…I’m just having a hard time not reacting
to your touch. I keep…keep thinking about the past, about the other
things we’ve done. The way you touched me…the way I touched
you…tasted you…”

“
I…I’d really rather not
hear about that right now,” Kate said in a trembling voice. She
thought of the way he’d described going down on her, kissing her
over her panties until she was so wet she begged him to take them
off and lick and suck and taste her…

Which was ridiculous of course. After what
had happened to her in college, she was never going down that road
again. But still, why did the thought cause that strange little
quiver in her belly? Why did she feel hot and cold all over when
she got near him? Could it be that she still had some fear toxins
in her? But no, touching him didn’t make her panic any more—well,
not the way it had, anyway…

“
I’m sorry,” Rone rumbled.
“I’ll try to keep quiet if you want to continue.”

“
Okay.” Kate eyed his
cock. There were still streaks of the black goop from the pool on
him so she clearly wasn’t done cleaning him yet. She squirted even
more soap on her hands, determined to do this job quickly and get
it over with. “Here goes,” she said, trying to warn him.

“
I’m ready,” Rone said in
a low voice.

Kate clasped him again,
having to use both hands because he was so long and thick. God, she
knew they’d been married but how in the world had he ever fit this
thing inside her? He was the size of a porn star and she was
not
up to taking that
kind of girth. In fact, she’d always been extra small and tight in
that area—how had she ever accommodated him?

Rone made a muffled sound and she looked up
to see that he was standing there with his arms locked behind his
back and his jaw clenched, obviously trying to keep from moving or
saying anything.

God, this must be some kind of torture for
him! I have to hurry up and get him clean!

But though the grime from the pool had
melted readily enough at her touch on every other part of his body,
here it remained stubbornly in place. No matter how Kate rubbed and
stroked, the black streaks remained.

What is wrong with this
stuff? Why won’t it come off?
She rubbed
even harder, encircling his thick shaft with both hands and sliding
them up and down, trying desperately to remove the black
stains.

“
Kate…
Kate,”
Rone gasped in a strangled
voice.

“
What?” Still working, she
looked up at him. There was an expression of pleasurable agony on
his strong features.

“
Please,” he groaned. “I
don’t know if…if I’m clean yet or not. But if you don’t stop I’m
going to…to…”

Suddenly Kate realized how tense he’d
become. How his long, thick shaft had swelled even bigger in her
hands. From its broad tip ran a river of clear precum. She hadn’t
noticed before because of the water from the shower but now she saw
it was flowing freely over his shaft and dripping to the tiled
floor.

Oh my God,
she realized suddenly.
He’s going to come—I’m making him come!

She was about to pull her hands away when
the inevitable happened. With a low groan, Rone’s hips jerked and
his cock twitched in her hands. Then he was coming, his shaft
overflowing like a fountain as jets of white erupted from its
tip.

Kate wanted to pull away but somehow she
felt frozen to the spot. She watched, mesmerized as the big Kindred
came and came—God would he ever stop? She’d read somewhere that the
average human male made about a teaspoon of ejaculate when he came.
Rone had that beat by a mile. She felt like he must have made a cup
of the stuff and he still wasn’t finished.

At last he seemed to wind down and his long,
hard shaft stopped twitching in her hands. Only when he’d finally
stopped spurting—even though he was still hard—was she somehow able
to let go of him.

When she released him, Rone gave a low groan
and sank slowly to his knees on the tiled floor of the shower. He
was still hard, Kate noticed with amazement. His tumescent state
did at least allow her to see that he was finally cleaned of all
the pool goop.

Talk about a job well
done,
jeered the little voice in her
head.

Shut up,
Kate told it, her cheeks burning. God, she
couldn’t believe she’d just done that.

Rone’s head was bowed and he was taking
deep, hoarse breaths, his broad chest heaving. With his hands still
behind his back and the blindfold still in place, he looked like
some kind of political prisoner—well, except for the fact that he
was naked and still hard.

“
Sorry,” he managed at
last. “I didn’t…didn’t mean to do that.”

“
I didn’t either,” Kate
said quickly. “It just…I couldn’t get you off.
It,
I mean—I couldn’t get
it
—the black goop—off.
Oh, God…”

“
Do you want to stop now?
Get out of the shower?” he asked hoarsely. “I’d understand if you
did.”

“
I…” Kate bit her lip. Her
hands were covered in bubbles and cum and she had basically just
jerked the big Kindred off. She felt mortified and yet…was there
also a flutter in her stomach? A feeling of power at having brought
such a huge male literally to his knees? “I don’t know,” she said
at last. “I don’t
think
so. I mean, I’m still all dirty and what just
happened, well, it was an accident. For both of us.”

“
I swear I tried to hold
back.” Rone’s voice was still a hoarse growl. “I just couldn’t help
it—your soft little hands all over me and it’s been so
long…”

“
It’s all right,” Kate
said quickly. “We don’t have to uh, talk about it.”

“
All right.” He sighed
deeply and got to his feet. “Do you want me to wash you
now?”

“
No,” Kate whispered,
feeling her stomach quiver again. “But…but I guess you’d
better.”

“
Why don’t I start with
your hair, baby?” he asked softly. “You always love to let me wash
your hair and I know you got a lot of that stuff in it.”

“
Huh?” Kate looked
reflexively down at her hands which were still coated with the
bubbly cum mixture. “I got it in my hair?”

“
The stuff from the pool,”
Rone said. “You did, right?”

“
Oh—of course.” Hastily,
she washed off her hands. “Right of course. But…” His words finally
sank in. “I…uh, I used to let you wash my hair?”

He nodded. “Of course.
When you’re in the mood to be taken care of…when you just want to
be my
Lalli.”

Kate wasn’t sure what to think about that
and she was kind of afraid to ask. But she did think that letting
him start with her hair was a good idea. It was s safe, non-sexual
area. She just hoped the freaking goop from the pool would come out
of it.

“
All right,” she said at
last. “But I didn’t see any shampoo so…oh.”

“
What is it?” Rone asked,
clearly attuned to the surprise in her voice.

“
It’s just…I was saying I
didn’t see any shampoo but when I looked back up to where I got the
body wash, there it was.” Kate reached for the familiar blue
bottle. “It just somehow appeared. And it’s my favorite brand
again, too.”

“
The one that makes your
hair smell like honey and flowers?” Rone asked hopefully. “Gods, I
love that one.”

“
Um, I guess. Here…hold
out your hands.”

He was still blindfolded but he held out his
hands blindly and Kate poured a generous dollop of the shampoo into
his palms. Then she stood in front of him with her back to him.
Normally, she wouldn’t have put her naked back to anyone, not with
her scars clearly visible. But Rone was still blindfolded so she
felt safe.

“
Go ahead,” she said. “I’m
right in front of you.”

The big Kindred fumbled for just a moment
but then she felt his long, strong fingers rubbing the shampoo into
her hair and scalp.