Chapter 3 - Some Good, Clean Fun
Jennifer couldn't move a muscle. Was he about to... the sinking feeling in her stomach was hard to identify. It could be fear – or it could be anticipation.
The room they entered was long and narrow, and there were two cots in it, draped with white linen sheets. But to Jennifer's surprise (and maybe regret?), they were not standing side by side, but with their short ends facing each other about 6 feet apart.
Even after Ronon had set her down gently on one of the beds, Jennifer refused to unlock her hands that were still around his neck. Her body was consumed by heat, and now that she had gotten so close to him, she could not deny her desire. She pulled his face closer, and kissed him. His lips were soft and yielding under hers, but he broke off the kiss after only a few seconds. Gazing deeply into her eyes, he slid his hands over her shoulders, and slowly undid the top of her sarong. Jennifer's heart beat so fast she thought she would faint. When he had unwrapped the strip of cloth from her body, Ronon brushed another kiss over her lips, and walked away, dropping the wet sarong on the floor. Jennifer closed her eyes in humiliation and frustration. She felt so foolish. What had she been thinking? She quickly stretched out on the bed, turning on her stomach, so he could not see her face.
She could hear his naked feet padding over the tiled floor, and then heard the creak of the other bed as he hoisted himself onto it. And then she felt another presence in the room. She opened her eyes just far enough to see Vyga hurrying towards her, another wooden bucket dangling from her hand. But it was not filled with water but – foam? Vyga put on gloves that seemed to be made from the softest leather, scooped up an armful of the rich, thick froth, and began to spread it all over Jennifer. She then proceeded to gently rub and massage the frothy, slick body on the bed from the tips of the toes to the top of the head.
The slow rhythm and the gentle touch had a soporific effect, and Jennifer finally felt her churning feelings calm down. When she was done with washing Jennifer's hair, Vyga asked her to turn over. "But please keep your eyes closed," she cautioned, "so you don't get soap into them. It stings." Obediently, Jennifer rolled over, her eyes firmly shut. Again, the massage started at her toes, but for some reason Vyga had taken off her gloves. Jennifer could feel the slightly rough insides of hands kneading her feet, and running up her legs. With circular motions, they moved over her abdomen, sometimes brushing her pubic hair. Then they wandered higher, circling around her breasts, and finally running over her stiff nipples. Jennifer gasped when this light touch sent shockwaves all the way down between her legs. Her eyes snapped open, and confirmed what she had been suspecting. It was not Vyga who was bending over her, but Ronon. With a cat-who-got-the-cream grin, he bent down further and kissed her again. But what a difference! This kiss was hot and demanding, his tongue thrusting against her lips to gain access that she gladly granted him. While their tongues were exploring each other, his fingers strayed back to one nipple and pinched it, tearing a moan of ecstasy from her. Without breaking the kiss, he picked up a bowl of water and poured it over he left breast, washing the soap away. His right hand was inching down her belly, teasing her belly button on its way towards her pubic hair, moving so slowly that Jennifer groaned in frustration. Ronon's middle finger was hovering over her clit, when he broke the kiss, clamped his mouth over her left breast, and began sucking and nibbling on the swollen nipple. At the same time, he dipped his finger deep between her swollen lips, lubricating it with her freely flowing juices, and bringing it back up to gently massage her clit. She was so ready for him, that she came within seconds, waves of passion almost doubling her up. Breathing raggedly, she opened her eyes and looked up into his. The desire she could read in them fueled her own, and she greedily pulled him towards her.
This kiss lasted even longer than the last, but when Jennifer reached for his swollen cock that was straining against the wet material of the sarong, Ronon evaded her hand with a snakelike motion. Meeting her questioning glance, he shook his head.
"Remember," he said, "this is the ritual bath house. I can 'wash' you in here. But spilling semen would be sacrilege."
He must have seen the disappointment in her eyes, because he scooped up a handful of the foam and spreadd it between her legs. Gently at first, but then slowly increasing the pressure, he worked it into her folds, rubbing and teasing until she was writhing in ecstasy. Just when Jennifer thought she could not bear it any longer, he suddenly stopped. After a short pause she felt water gushing over her crotch, rinsing the soap away. Her throat was so tight, she was barely able to speak.
"Please...," she whispered, "please..."
"I know," came Ronon's soft reply, and then he lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders. Levering her lower body off the table, he buried his face between her legs. His tongue parted her lips and slithered deep into her vulva, wiggling and teasing the sensitives sides. His hands groped for and found her breasts, pinching and flicking at her nipples. The waves of another orgasm began to roll over Jennifer, causing her to cry out his name over and over again. Just as she was ready to tumble over the cliff Ronon withdrew his tongue and clamped his lips over her clit. Jennifer had never experienced anything like it. She seemed to be floating, slowly tumbling down a very long way, red veils dancing before her eyes, until finally total darkness claimed her.
She wasn't sure if she had actually fainted, but the next thing she remembered was sitting in Ronon's lap, his arms around her, her head nestled in the crook between his neck and his shoulder. He was rocking her gently, and she felt more relaxed and satiated than ever before in her life.
An apologetic cough interrupted their bliss, and they realized that Vyga and Toram were standing in the door, folded towels over their arms.
"I think you are ready now," Vyga declared, and Jennifer heard – or rather felt - a low chuckle rumbling in Ronon's breast.
