Jade

Chapter 70 mature content

"Jade," it was Ripley saying my name softly. I opened my eyes and turned my head to look at him. "You are doing it again," he told me. "Doing what again?" I asked. He nodded down passed me. I turned and looked. I had my hand in his pants. I took my hand out, embarrassed, "I am so sorry." "It is okay," he told me, "you are an expert at it." "An expert at what?" I asked. "At touching me," he answered, "It feels like a massage with a happy ending."

"We need to take a shower," he told me, changing the subject, "then it should be time to eat soon." "Okay," I agreed. We got up and I followed him into the bathroom. He turned on the shower and I got the soap. He put his hair up in a ponytail and I had the skin put my hair in a bun. When the water was warm enough, I followed him in and shut the door behind me.

"Can I wash you?" he asked. I looked up at his eyes. "I want to return the favor," he told me. "What favor?" I asked. "The massage with a happy ending," he answered. I know I turned red. "I will stop if you do not like it," he went on when I didn't answer. "Okay," I shrugged, not sure how this is going to work, since I'm standing up. "Leave it all up to me," he told me, "I will not go any further than Yaris has."

He backed me up against the shower wall, in between shower jets. He grabbed my thighs and lifted me up. "You shouldn't be lifting me," I warned. "I am just fine," he told me, "now wrap your legs around me and hold on." I locked my legs around his waist. This put me at eye level with him. He ran his hands down my sides and around to my butt, where they rested, taking some of the weight off of my legs. He leaned forward slowly and licked my lips. I opened my mouth and he devoured me. He doesn't just smell like peaches, he tastes like peaches too. He ended the kiss by pulling my bottom lip through his teeth. "Watch me," he commanded, "do not close your eyes." He started kneading and massaging my left breast. He rolled my nipple between his fingers, then tugged on it. I whimpered. His eyes glowed red. He lifted me up higher so that he could reach my right breast with his mouth. I watched as he twirled his tongue all around my nipple before taking it in his mouth. He twirled and twisted my nipple, punishing it with his tongue, then nipped it with his teeth. I moaned. He suckled on it as if he were a baby, then tugged on it with his teeth and let go.

He moved to trailing kisses in between my breasts. I put my hands on his head and tried to guide him back, but he had other plans. He trailed the kisses up my chest and to my neck. He stopped and looked into my eyes before reaching my mouth. "I see desire in your eyes whether they change colors or not," he told me. He kissed me softly this time, gently exploring my mouth with his tongue. He kissed over to my ear. "Do you want me to touch you?" he whispered, "I want you to say it." "Yes," I answered. He moved back and looked into my eyes, "Yes, what?" "I want you to touch me," I answered.

He took my legs down off of him and set me on my feet. "Look into my eyes," he commanded. I looked at his eyes as he slid his hand down over my breast, down my belly, lower. He massaged and hit that sensitive bundle of nerves. My legs buckled. He caught me before I fell. He flipped me around to where I was facing the wall. His hands slid around to knead my breasts. I moaned as he plucked my nipples. He slid his right hand down to my belly. "I don't think I can do this standing up," I told him. "Just trust me," he whispered into my ear. His hand slid lower. He started rubbing back and forth. He slipped his left hand from my breast to around my waist. He rubbed my sensitive spot and held me up. I put my hands open-palm on the wall. I rested my forehead between them. He nibbled on my right ear, "I can not wait until I am buried deep inside of you." I shivered. He kept rubbing, back and forth, picking up the pace, then slowing down, picking up the pace, slowing down. He would hit my sensitive spot at random, as if it were unplanned, but I think that he knows exactly what he's doing. "I know enough," he told me. I was like putty in his hands. Back and forth, faster, slower, faster. Delicious tingles starting at that spot and radiating throughout my body. I was a panting mess. Back and forth, faster, faster. Steady rhythm now.