“Might get to some kissing better a little later,” he said hoarsely.
“Right,” she breathed. His hand was between her thighs, moving them apart, touching her very gently. “Best get in the bath before the water gets cold, lover.”
Ryan tugged off his shorts, taking care not to snag them on his erection, throwing them on top of his piled clothes. He stepped cautiously into the bath, finding the water was hot but not too hot. “Good,” he said, sitting, then lying flat on his back, the level rising up over his thighs and over the flat, muscular wall of his stomach.
Krysty smiled, reaching down to hold him. “Looks like that thing that submarines used to have, so they could see when they were below the sea.”
“Periscope?”
“Thats it.”
She climbed in, stepping carefully astride him, lowering herself very slowly, using her fingers to guide him deep inside her. The level of the water rose higher, coming close to the top of the bath.
“Best if I do the moving for both of us,” she said. “Or we’ll have us a flood.”
“Sounds good.”
Ryan held her as she started to rise and fall, using the soap to wash her breasts, covering the peaked nipples in foam, rubbing them with his strong fingers.
Krysty’s head was thrown back, her bright emerald eyes closed, the cords taut in her throat. She gripped Ryan’s hands, pushing them harder against her body, moaning to herself.
“Gaia, that’s so good, lover.”
Ryan stared up at her perfect body, trying to judge how far along the road she was, controlling himself, holding back, despite the insistent pressure of Krysty’s body sucking him in deeper and harder.
“Touch me,” she panted, rocking back and forth as he probed at her with his index finger, helping her toward a racing climax.
When she came it almost took him by surprise, her mouth sagging open, leaning over him, her nails scratching at his chest, making him moan in a mix of pain and pleasure.
But he allowed himself his own surging release, closing his eye, whispering to his love. “Yes, yes, yes, yes.”
When they’d recovered their breath, they paid some attention to washing each other.
Ryan stood, steadying himself against the wall, while Krysty knelt in the hot water, soaping him, paying particular attention to his genitals. She rubbed up a fine lather, cupping him in both hands, lowering her mouth to bring him back to readiness. When he was a little slow for her, Krysty moved a hand between his thighs, sliding a soaped finger up inside him, making Ryan yelp in surprise as it had the desired effect on him.
She smiled up at him. “Some fingers come in the front door and some use the back door,” she said.
Ryan gripped her by her nape, holding her steady as he started to thrust into her mouth.
But she pulled away.
“No. Not that way this time. Want you in me from behind.” Krysty stood, careful not to slip in the soapy bath. She placed both hands against the wall, resting her head on them, stooping forward.
Ryan moved close in, sliding between her glistening buttocks. Using his right hand to set himself in the right place, he spread her thighs wider.
“There,” Krysty whispered.
By the time they’d completed the bathing and the lovemaking, drying each other off with the thick towels, so much time had passed that they realized that supper would soon be ready.
They dressed quickly in the bathroom. Ryan slid back the bolt and, from force of habit, checked that the corridor outside was empty.
“Let’s go,” he said.
LOOKING OUT OF THEIR WINDOW, across the rutted mud of Green Hill’s main street, Ryan saw the shanty town starting to come to life. The air was heavy from the smell of cooking fires, and kerosene lamps were appearing outside some of the shacks and tents.
A dog barked in a furious rage nearby, until the sharp sound of a blow silenced it. A woman called out, laughing, across the way, and a mule was letting the world know that it was feeling hungry.
“You’ve been in plenty of places like this one, haven’t you, lover?”