I’d just gotten my left hand clean and started on my right when Kex returned with some branches in his hand. He reached down and helped me up, then he picked up his water bottle and led me up stream. I sighed, not really wanting to go on another adventure, but followed. The stream curved around some trees and grew louder the further we walked. We rounded a bend and came out at the base of a waterfall. It was lovely, streams of pale green water tumbling in thick curtains down from rocks at least fifty feet above. The spray from the falls felt light and refreshing, but it quickly made the crusty layer on my face feel gooey once more.
Kex led me to the edge of the pool at the base of the waterfall and stepped into the water, pulling me toward him and gesturing to it. I smiled but pulled my hand away and sat down to take off my shoes. They were so gross I had to rip the laces free from the goo. Untying them was nearly impossible. When I pulled the first one off, it took my sock with it, and Inearly gagged at the crusty goo between my toes. I set the first shoe aside, then went to work on the second. This one came off without the sock, which I had to peel off my foot. I glanced at Kex, who was sitting cross-legged across from me. He watched me with an odd expression, and I felt my cheeks heat. He met my eyes and gave me a kind smile before returning to fiddle with the branches and sticks he’d collected.
I looked down at myself, then at the pool. It looked deep, like I could take a real bath, and if there was any hope of me getting truly clean, I had to take off my clothes. I wasn’t sure if I was brave enough to do so in front of Kex. Sighing, I stood and stepped into the pool. The water was cold, but not unbearably so. I stepped carefully, but the pebbles were smooth and dropped off quickly. I didn’t want to go too deep, and I crouched so I was covered to the neck. With a careful glance at Kex to make sure he was focused on his sticks, I removed my shirt and tossed it onto the rocks at the edge of the pool. The sickening slap made Kex look up, his eyes narrowing on me and darkening, but I just grinned sweetly and unsnapped my bra before throwing it to join my shirt. He couldn’t see into the water, right?
The falls made the surface of the pool rougher, so there was definitely no way he could really see me. I turned my back toward him just in case.
Taking off my pants and underwear was quite a bit harder, and I submerged a few times in the process, but eventually I got them off and retrieved my scraping stone. My skin felt gross in the water, the thick layer of slime clinging to every inch of my flesh, and I focused on scrubbing, staying away from all the tender points on my side where the monster bird had gotten me. I’d have to deal with those later.
After a few minutes of focused scrubbing, where I nearly got the lowest part of my arm clean, movement in my periphery caught my attention, and I turned to see Kex striding toward me.My mouth dropped open as he descended into the water, drops glistening from his bare chest, and I couldn’t break eye contact from his hard nipples. He’d taken off his straps, but was he wearing his leaf covering?
My eyes dropped to the water, but I couldn’t see anything. I looked up only to find him grinning down at me. My cheeks burned, and I turned away, determined to focus on my scrubbing. A long teal arm entered my view, holding something white about the size of my fist. I took it carefully. It was hard but had a little give. Was this soap?
Warmth surrounded me as Kex’s chest pressed against my back and his arms came around me. He gripped the hand holding the white blob and pressed it against my arm, still covered in goo, and scrubbed. Then he brought his other arm around, holding the small branches he’d been fiddling with before, now tied together into a brush. He brought it to my arm and scrubbed gently, and it sudsed up like soap. After a few moments of scrubbing, he dunked my arm in the water, and the goo washed away.
I gasped and bounced in the water with excitement. I turned to grin at him, but his eyes were still dark and intense. He didn’t seem mad, was he maybe into this? My stomach bubbled with a different kind of excitement, and he took the soap from me and gestured for me to turn. I presented my back to him, and he handed me the stick brush, and carefully worked the soap through my hair. His fingers were gentle, massaging it into my scalp, and then gently through the ends, and it felt so good I wanted to melt into him. Once he had worked up a rich, creamy lather, he motioned for me to lean my head back to rinse. I did, dunking under the water to wash it out. When I surfaced, he ran his fingers carefully through my hair and soaped it again, just as careful to get every inch of my scalp.
Once my hair was properly clean, he pulled me up until I was standing, my breasts out of the water, but with my back still to him. He carefully washed my back while I washed my front. We passed the soap back and forth as we worked in silence. The task was slow and sensual, and he carefully pulled me further up the bank so more and more of me was out of the water as he caressed and cleaned my shoulders, my back, under my arms, and every other inch that rose from the water.
When he got a little lower down my back, he hissed sharply and probed my side. I winced and looked back at him. Worry clouded his face as he nearly yanked me out of the water so he could see all of me, and examined with clinical focus each and every one of my puncture wounds.
Apparently, sexy bath time was over.
He’d noticed, as I had with cleaning a spot on my front, that when the punctures were cleaned of goo, they began bleeding freely. I wasn’t sure if I should be thankful the goo plugged the wounds, or disgusted and worried about odd bacteria. After a few minutes of checking me over, noting every bruise and scrape on my upper body as I tried my best to cover my large breasts, he gestured for me to wait, and left the pool and disappeared into the trees. When the last glimpse of his glistening dark teal ass disappeared from sight, I quickly scrubbed the soap between my legs, trying to get my privates clean before he returned. It was careful work, but work I really didn’t want to be a group project. I was working hard on cleaning out my belly button when Kex returned with more leaves and vines, then bent down to make a rather large pile next to the pool.
As he straightened, my eyes were drawn to the long hanging member between his legs and my mouth went dry. It was hard to tell from a distance if he was as big as he looked. I mean, the man was large, and he seemed pretty proportional, but the long, deepteal beast hanging slightly erect looked bigger than any dildo I’d had my hands on. And were those ridges circling it?
Kex made a noise deep in his throat. Was that a growl? I glanced up and his eyes were two rings of silver fire, laser-focused on me. I guess that meant he saw me looking, not that I’d been subtle.
He crashed into the water, striding to me with such purpose, it took me far too long to realize my chest was completely bare. I reached up to cover myself, but then Kex was there, chest heaving, hands fisted at his sides as he hesitated over me.
Tentatively, I reached up and ran my finger slowly down his lovely teal pec. It was hard, and I circled his dark nipple. He groaned and gently cupped the breast I’d exposed, his thumb brushing across my nipple. He leaned down as if to kiss me, but instead, his mouth met my neck and he sucked. I moaned, and he licked the same spot before leaving a trail of gentle bites up my neck and across my jaw. I leaned into him, wanting to feel as much of his body pressed to me as I could. He squeezed my breast gently and his thick length pressed against my stomach as he held me to him. My clit pulsed and brought me back to my senses.
I pushed away from him, gasping, and he let me go. I turned back to the waterfall and sank into the water, trying to catch my breath and calm the fire racing against my skin.
I was less than twenty-four hours on an alien planet. I could not start fucking the locals. I splashed water on my face as my mind argued about why I really should, when two warm hands wrapped around me and lifted me from the water.
Instead of carrying me off to have his way with me, Kex set me down gently on a large flat rock on a steep edge of the pool, and then retrieved some of his items. His cock, now more than a little hard, bobbed in the air as he returned to the water. The bank was low enough that standing waist-deep in the water,he had easy access to my wounds. His eyes were still intense but focused. He ignored me as I watched his member bobbing happily in the pool, and he mashed up some kind of plant matter. Once he had a little pile of paste, he washed my wounds out with water from his water bottle, then gently packed the paste into the punctures along my side. It stung, and he made gentle, rumbly sounds as he worked, but eventually the spots he covered with paste began to feel numb, which seemed like a good sign.
Once he was done, he cleaned his hands and took the soap and brush from me and started cleaning my legs. When he got to my feet, I jumped and took the brush back. He grinned up at me and ran a claw along the bottom of my foot, as he had done with the brush. I winced and jumped again as he tickled me. I tried to rip my foot from his grip, but he hung on tighter and grinned wickedly. With a glare, I kicked, but he gave me one last nerve-firing tickle and jumped away from my other foot before it could connect with his chest. He snorted and snatched the soap from me before moving back into the pool, and began soaping up his own chest. I watched with fascination until I realized he was watching me with that heated look, then I went to work on my own feet, cleaning the goo from my toes, until I felt good as new.
Kex came back over to my rock, and turned his back to me, handing me the soap over his shoulder. I could see the goo on his back from my piggyback ride, and it was only fair I washed him after he had done me, right? Yes, definitely. I was desperate for a chance to touch and explore him.
Gently, I ran the soap over the wide expanse of his shoulders, following with my hand to work it into a lather. I lingered a little longer than necessary, feeling the soft down across his back and then spent a few minutes working my fingers into the thick muscles of his shoulders. He let out another deep, sexy growlas I worked my thumb into a particularly tight knot, and that snapped me back to reality.
I pulled my hands away, and he seemed to sway gently backward as if to prolong the contact. But instead I picked up the brush and diligently scrubbed him clean. When he was good and lathered, I put down the brush and patted his back. He moved into the water and submerged.
Kex swam a few laps around the pool, and I watched the steady movement of his powerful body until he finally emerged, water rolling down his muscular chest. He moved back to the shore to sit cross-legged next to his pile of leaves, immediately going back to his work. Blinking myself back to focus, I got up and walked hunched over, trying to cover as much of myself as I could as I retrieved my clothes and shoes. I sat back down on the edge of the pool and scrubbed what felt like an impossible task.
After I had one sock reasonably clean, Kex returned to my side, his leaf covering back in place and handed me his water. He gestured at himself, then at the forest, then at me, and at the rock, and lifted his hands.
I nodded, and he studied me before nodding back in a stiff, slightly jerky motion, as if unfamiliar with the gesture, before heading into the forest. Once he was gone, I took a long drink of water. With the river, we wouldn’t be short on water, so I decided to focus on rehydrating while I cleaned my shoes. As I scrubbed, my mind wandered back to that moment in the pool. The fire in Kex’s eyes as he came for me made my blood sing and my nipples tighten. How far would that have gone if I hadn’t stopped it? Would Kex try again? Would I try to start it next time?
This world was primitive. Kex’s weapons were sharpened stone and sticks. Yes, he knew how to make soap and had basic tools and knowledge of medicinal plants, but his technology was anything but. This world didn’t seem to have anything close tospaceflight, so what were my chances really of ever making it home? I could hold out for the gloopy guys to come back and hope their fate for us wasn’t as horrific as we had imagined, or I could come to terms that this forest and this stunningly hunky, gentle, and kind man could be my future if I let him.
five
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