My Wish - Time Guardians Book One Read Online Free
Author: Sahara Kelly
the large bathtub, and as she sat, Sami began to brush her hair.
She couldn't help it, she closed her eyes, trying to remember the last time somebody had brushed her hair just because he wanted to. It was wonderful. Then another pair of hands smoothed her hair away from her face and gently pinned it on top of her head.
"Now, Mistress, into the water with you." She opened her eyes and gasped to see Sami standing in the tub with his hands out waiting for her to join him.
Her eyes widened and she hesitated.
"Mistress, our job is to release you from those bonds which hold the real you imprisoned within. To do this we will find ways to demonstrate to you what your body and your mind and your heart are capable of feeling and experiencing. Put yourself in our hands—let us help and do what we are trained to do." Hari's chocolate voice poured over Alana and she gave a mental shrug.
"What the heck. If this is a hallucination, it's a damn fine one. I'd be an idiot not to enjoy it to the max." Surprising herself, she slowly sank into the tub, relishing the warmth and the feel of the scented water as it lapped against her skin.
Sami knelt in front of her and she felt Hari settle himself outside on the floor behind her.
"Okay boys, do your worst," she said bravely.
"Oh I don't think it's our worst, by any means, just our beginning lessons," murmured Hari.
She gasped as his hands gently swished the water around her breasts. Sami had grabbed the soap and had begun to lather her toes. Why hadn't she realized her toes were so sensitive? Especially when her breasts were surfing waves made by another pair of strong hands?
Sami moved up to her calves, and Hari helped himself to another bar of soap, working up a lather that he massaged into her shoulders.
"This soap—it's not my regular soap, is it?" mumbled Alana, adrift on a sea of sensation.
"No, Mistress. We carry some necessary teaching aids with us. This is our own Blue Lotus soap, made for us by Nubians with the plant which blooms only at night along the banks of a faraway river..." Hari's voice trailed off as his hands began to make smooth, soapy circles around her breasts. Sami was continuing his journey north and had reached her thighs. It seemed as if the water was getting hotter, someone had turned the heat on, or her body was experiencing a violent thermal reaction. Okay, it was probably the latter, because she was starting to throb, warmly, not too far north of Sami.
She rested her head back and found Hari's shoulder conveniently there. His lips brushed her ear followed by a light breath of air. Her nipples puckered and Hari favored them with a soapy caress. Meanwhile, Sami was lathering her thighs and stroking the soap rhythmically along her muscles, getting nearer and nearer to her pulsating woman's flesh. She could almost feel herself swelling.
Sami eased her legs further apart so that he could sit comfortably between her thighs. Hari gently put his hands beneath her armpits and lifted her body slightly as Sami slid his long legs underneath her buttocks. She was now essentially sitting on Sami's legs.
Hari returned his attention to her breasts as Sami began tenderly soaping her tight black curls. She moaned slightly as his fingers found her clit and teased it lightly for a second or two.
"Not yet, Mistress. This is for you to enjoy and relax—do not rush. We have much ahead of us."
Thinking that if it got much better than this, she was absolutely going to expire of bliss, Alana merely sighed and moved her shoulders so that Hari could get a better grip on both breasts.
A familiar sensation brought her head up with a snap.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sami glanced up from where he was running a razor over her mound. "I am shaving you, Mistress."
"Well I can see that, you—you genie. I don't want to be shaved...do you hear? Stop that, I'll get those awful ingrown nubbies, I hate it." She tried to dislodge Sami by easing away from him.
Hari
She couldn't help it, she closed her eyes, trying to remember the last time somebody had brushed her hair just because he wanted to. It was wonderful. Then another pair of hands smoothed her hair away from her face and gently pinned it on top of her head.
"Now, Mistress, into the water with you." She opened her eyes and gasped to see Sami standing in the tub with his hands out waiting for her to join him.
Her eyes widened and she hesitated.
"Mistress, our job is to release you from those bonds which hold the real you imprisoned within. To do this we will find ways to demonstrate to you what your body and your mind and your heart are capable of feeling and experiencing. Put yourself in our hands—let us help and do what we are trained to do." Hari's chocolate voice poured over Alana and she gave a mental shrug.
"What the heck. If this is a hallucination, it's a damn fine one. I'd be an idiot not to enjoy it to the max." Surprising herself, she slowly sank into the tub, relishing the warmth and the feel of the scented water as it lapped against her skin.
Sami knelt in front of her and she felt Hari settle himself outside on the floor behind her.
"Okay boys, do your worst," she said bravely.
"Oh I don't think it's our worst, by any means, just our beginning lessons," murmured Hari.
She gasped as his hands gently swished the water around her breasts. Sami had grabbed the soap and had begun to lather her toes. Why hadn't she realized her toes were so sensitive? Especially when her breasts were surfing waves made by another pair of strong hands?
Sami moved up to her calves, and Hari helped himself to another bar of soap, working up a lather that he massaged into her shoulders.
"This soap—it's not my regular soap, is it?" mumbled Alana, adrift on a sea of sensation.
"No, Mistress. We carry some necessary teaching aids with us. This is our own Blue Lotus soap, made for us by Nubians with the plant which blooms only at night along the banks of a faraway river..." Hari's voice trailed off as his hands began to make smooth, soapy circles around her breasts. Sami was continuing his journey north and had reached her thighs. It seemed as if the water was getting hotter, someone had turned the heat on, or her body was experiencing a violent thermal reaction. Okay, it was probably the latter, because she was starting to throb, warmly, not too far north of Sami.
She rested her head back and found Hari's shoulder conveniently there. His lips brushed her ear followed by a light breath of air. Her nipples puckered and Hari favored them with a soapy caress. Meanwhile, Sami was lathering her thighs and stroking the soap rhythmically along her muscles, getting nearer and nearer to her pulsating woman's flesh. She could almost feel herself swelling.
Sami eased her legs further apart so that he could sit comfortably between her thighs. Hari gently put his hands beneath her armpits and lifted her body slightly as Sami slid his long legs underneath her buttocks. She was now essentially sitting on Sami's legs.
Hari returned his attention to her breasts as Sami began tenderly soaping her tight black curls. She moaned slightly as his fingers found her clit and teased it lightly for a second or two.
"Not yet, Mistress. This is for you to enjoy and relax—do not rush. We have much ahead of us."
Thinking that if it got much better than this, she was absolutely going to expire of bliss, Alana merely sighed and moved her shoulders so that Hari could get a better grip on both breasts.
A familiar sensation brought her head up with a snap.
"What the hell do you think you're doing?"
Sami glanced up from where he was running a razor over her mound. "I am shaving you, Mistress."
"Well I can see that, you—you genie. I don't want to be shaved...do you hear? Stop that, I'll get those awful ingrown nubbies, I hate it." She tried to dislodge Sami by easing away from him.
Hari
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