68. Ell-rom

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ELL-ROM

W hen Jasmine had massaged Ell-rom's scalp, it had relaxed him and aroused him at the same time. When she'd washed his back, shoulders, and arms, he'd gotten even more aroused, but when she wrapped her arms around him to wash his front and pressed her naked breasts to his back, the arousal became so intense that he felt lightheaded.

Hopefully, he wasn't going to faint from overstimulation and miss out on all that pleasure.

The feel of her hard nipples rubbing against his back made his shaft throb and elongate, eliciting urges he didn't think he had ever experienced. He wanted to turn around, grip Jasmine's waist, and ram the pulsating rod between his legs into her sheath.

He wasn't going to do that, but the image was so vivid in his mind that he wished he could at least grip the erection to assuage the ache.

How much longer could he endure this without doing anything?

Suddenly, she lifted off him, and his back was mourning the loss.

"Turn around," Jasmine said. "I want to soap your feet."

Mother above, he was about to see her breasts.

He couldn't move.

"Are you stuck?" she asked, her voice full of concern. "Do you need help?"

"No, I'm fine. I just need a moment."

He heard the water sluice as she moved back into the large tub. Then she waited. Bracing his hand against the tub's bottom, he turned around, lifting only a tiny distance to do so. His erection was as hard as it ever got, and even the foam was not enough to fully hide it, so he put his hand over it and only then lifted his eyes to gaze at Jasmine.

She was on her haunches, her breasts glistening from the water, her nipples erect, and a satisfied smile blooming on her face.

He was awestruck.

"Lift your foot, Ell-rom."

He obeyed. "I haven't decided yet if this is torture or pleasure."

Jasmine put his foot in her lap and started massaging his arch. "You will discover that delaying gratification enhances the pleasure. Letting the pressure mount makes the climax more explosive."

Ell-rom felt his fangs elongate. "If you keep talking like that, the pressure will erupt whether I want it to or not."

He was getting bolder in the way he talked with her, perhaps because she was not only receptive but seemed to enjoy it.

"As I said before, that's perfectly fine, and it will be very satisfying for me, so don't hold back."

Was she telling him the truth or what she thought he wanted to hear?

"How could it be satisfying for you if I'm not even touching you?"

She leaned down and kissed his big toe. "You will find out that sometimes giving pleasure is more fulfilling than receiving it, and when people are in a relationship, they can take turns. It doesn't have to always be simultaneous."

She put his foot back in the water and motioned for him to lift his other foot onto her lap.

"Tell me more," he asked, trying to keep his tone even as she started massaging the arch of his other foot.

"I'd rather show you." Her fingers continued to massage his calf, getting closer to where he wanted her to touch him.

Each of her touches made his erection throb and strain, and if not for his hand keeping it down, it would have raised its head above the foamy water and demanded Jasmine's attention.

When her hands reached his knee, he gritted his teeth and crossed his legs.

He was a hair away from blowing, and she'd given him permission to do it, but that wasn't how he wanted it to be.

Scooting closer, she leaned down and kissed one knee, then the other, and then applied light pressure to pry them apart. "Don't fight me, Ell-rom. I'm not going to hurt you."

"I know. I'm not afraid of that. I'm just not used to this. I don't know what to do."

"But I do." She smoothed her hand down the inside of his thigh and then lightly wrapped it around his shaft. "Oh, my. You are a big guy."

He jerked and spread his knees even wider, giving her full access. His fangs were fully elongated by now, so biting his lip to prevent himself from groaning and moaning was not happening. If he cut his lip and tasted his own blood, he was going to get sick. He couldn't stand the taste of blood, not even the smell of it.

The unpleasant thought was enough to cool his fervor, so he didn't explode all over Jasmine's hand.

Never mind that it was what she wanted him to do.

Her touch was gentle, and he wanted more of it, but he wasn't okay with this being one-sided, no matter what she had said about giving pleasure being sometimes more satisfying than receiving it.

Or maybe she was right, and that was why he needed to pleasure her first.

The only problem was that he didn't know how, and he would need her to guide him.