Solitude

Reaching out to the soap, he let his hand hover over the container with his own personal cleanser but instead took hold of the bottle Kagome used when she bathed. No one would dare question him if he happened to smell of a different scent, not if they valued their lives.

A smug grin graced his countenance.

Imitating Kagome’s actions, he eased some of the gel into his open palm, calming instantly at the familiar fragrance. Rubbing his hands together swiftly to work the soap into a lather, he applied the suds to his bare skin.

Massaging toned limbs, moving over to broad chest—gently tweaking a nipple in the process— warm bubbles drifting down the dips and bumps of his well-structured physique as Sesshoumaru worked to cover every inch of his build. Running lathered hands along his firm thighs, he unintentionally brushed the hardening member settled between each limb.

Lids shut as he shivered.

The thick air clung to his dampened skin, now saturated with the usual aroma of the female he so fervently desired. His tongue drew over his bottom lip, moistening the tender appendage as he dreamt of her tantalizing flavor. Clawed fingers gave a hesitant caress along the taut skin of his member, causing a low rumble within his torso.

The warm smiling face crested with shining blue eyes and surrounded by lacy waves of black appeared again in his restless mind. Taunting him with her supple body …just too far from his grasp.

Casting a half lidded glare to the screen, he noted no movement remained in the passage, not a servant about in the early morning darkness. Emitting a dull hiss as his heated palm returned to the throbbing length, he allowed the delicate being he longed for to play seductively in his mind’s eye.

His large hand circled the base of the shaft then grasped sudden and tight, constricting a portion of the swift blood flow, the pinkish hue increasing as he held it. With the opposite limb he looped his thumb and forefinger over the swollen appendage, adopting an agonizingly slow pace with the moistened digits.

Dipping back his head, the curve of his strong neck became further exposed as his starlit hair tumbled away from his shoulder. Sensitive flesh twitched pleasantly as he moved, nude form standing in the spring, legs covered mid-thigh by the lapping ripples, cool silver tresses heavily weighed to then rest effortlessly on the surface. Keen senses ignored every drop that shifted down his skin in attempt to join the waters beneath, most evaporating into the feverous air before arriving.

Running through his mind, the damp fingers now caressing his shaft were in fact the red lips of the raven haired beauty, a delicate pink blush on her stretched cheeks. While satisfying, nothing could simulate the way her small tongue would run hot trails against him, or how cleverly she could bring him to his knees as she sucked and swirled, occasionally dragging her fine white teeth along the flesh. The mere thought made him quake, muscle sliding over muscle as the tremor cascaded throughout his generally controlled form, the needy throb of his genitals sent a low growl from his lungs.

Releasing both hands, an unmeant snarl escaped him as the denied blood rushed into the appendage, the painful hardening forced him to arch his back, pale chest gleaming softly in the moonlight that bathed him.