Chapter Twenty-one
After a short but refreshing hot shower, Kate stood, wrapped in a towel, in front of her small dresser and looked over the selection of lingerie her past self had acquired.
“Wow, I certainly wasn’t shy,” she murmured, running her fingers over the variety of silky gowns and panties that filled her lingerie drawer to overflowing. She must have loved dressing to show her body off—which was still hard to believe, given how she felt about her scars.
Speaking of scars…she flexed her shoulder blades and frowned. The familiar tightness she always felt in the scar tissue, especially when she was under stress, wasn’t there right now. Given how nervous she felt about what she was about to do—to let Rone do to her—she was really surprised not to feel it. Then she remembered what he’d told her—that he used to lick her scars to make her feel looser and more supple. He’d spent a long time healing the wounds on her back—that must have been what helped her feel so much better.
Kate sighed. Now wasn’t the time to be thinking about her scars. She needed to find a good outfit to wear—something sexy that would make her feel pretty and relaxed. As if she could relax when just the thought of the big Kindred getting between her thighs made her feel hot and cold all over.
She still wasn’t completely sure why she’d told Rone that she wanted to let him taste her. Well, aside from controlling his Beast, that was. But the Beast wasn’t the only reason she’d agreed to this. Maybe because he was so gentle—so patient and willing to go slowly. Kate knew he would never hurt her or hold her down in any way. He wasn’t that kind of male.
And maybe because you know he loves you…and you’re beginning to love him back, whispered a little voice in the back of her head. But was she? As Rone had pointed out, it had been less than a week since he’d found her at the International Mall and she still couldn’t remember their past life together.
But Kate couldn’t deny that when she thought of him, she felt a warm glow that filled her whole body. Somehow during the time they had spent together after the fear toxins had been leeched out of her, she’d begun to trust the big Kindred…and to care for him and crave his touch. And since she’d been able to share the story of her attack with him, she felt even closer to him—that was probably why she was willing to let him try tasting her even though she hadn’t been able to back at Flame and Frost.
Of course there, they’d had the sadistic Madam of Shadows demanding that they do sexual things to each other. Kate didn’t like performing for an audience—especially not a cruel Madam standing over her with a cane. The whole experience had been fraught with tension although she had to admit the feeling of Rone’s big body behind her, his thick shaft rubbing against her and spreading her pussy lips had made her feel incredibly hot, not to mention the way he’d tugged and twisted her nipples…
Kate could feel her cheeks heating at the thought. Then she realized she was just standing there, staring at the drawer full of silky lingerie without choosing anything. She could hear Rone moving around in the other part of the ship—soon he would be back and she was still shy about letting him see her naked. As if her thoughts had called to him, she heard his voice coming down the hallway.
“Baby? Are you almost ready? I’ve got the course logged into the autopilot.”
“Almost. Give me just one more minute!” Kate called back.
Quickly, she grabbed an outfit at random and pulled it out of the drawer. Dropping her towel, she scrambled into it and pulled up the matching panties just before he walked in the bedroom door. She stood quickly, smoothing down the soft material of the short nighty she’d picked as his silver eyes roamed over her.
“Mmm, baby,” he murmured. “You look beautiful.”
“Do I?” Kate looked down at herself, taking in the details of her outfit. It was a jade-green silk top with spaghetti straps and it had a border of white lace that ended just below her belly button. It also had soft, lacy white cups that held her breasts and displayed her pink nipples perfectly. The panties were matching jade green silk with a white lace crotch that did little to hide her pussy lips. Kate had to admit it was a pretty outfit—although much more revealing than anything she’d meant to wear.
Oh God—look at me! I can’t believe I’m putting this much skin on display! Her heart started pounding faster and she had to fight the urge to cross her arms over her breasts.
“Are you all right?” Rone asked, a look of concern in his silver eyes.
Kate lifted her chin. “Sure I am. Why do you ask?” she said, hoping she sounded more confident than she felt.
“Because you’re trembling, Lalli.”
Rone crossed the room to her and took her in his arms. At first Kate held herself stiff but then his warm, masculine scent filled her senses and she felt herself melting against him.
Safe, the scent told her. Good, right…home. It seemed to tease at the corners of her mind, whispering about memories—things she’d forgotten. But when Kate reached for them, they melted away. That was all right, though. The main thing was that she felt safe with the big Kindred—safe enough to let him do what needed to be done.
“Gods, baby, it’s so good just to hold you again and feel you hold me,” he murmured into her hair. “I love the feel of your soft little body against mine…your sweet scent calling to me…”
Kate gave a shaky laugh. “I was just thinking the same thing about you—that you smell really good.”
“You’re probably smelling my Mating Scent,” he said seriously, looking down at her. “I think my body knows our bond was twisted or buried—the scent is an effort to bring you back, to try and get us to reconnect.”
“You mean by having uh, bonding sex?” Kate had heard several of the Kindred wives talking about that in their time aboard the Mother Ship and as far as she could pick up, it was a kind of sex that tied a female to her chosen Kindred for life. “Because I’m not quite sure I’m ready for that, yet,” she told Rone. “Sorry.”
“No, baby—that’s okay. We won’t do anything like that tonight, I swear it,” he murmured, stroking her cheek. “It’s enough for you to let me just taste you a little bit. Like I said, just a few licks of your honey will help hold back the Beast.”
“Well then…” Kate straightened her shoulders. “I guess we’d better, uh, get started.”
“We can. If you feel ready.” He looked down at her, searching her eyes with his own.
“I think so,” Kate said, trying to be honest. “I’m still a little nervous but I think I’ll be okay.”
“All right.”
He led her to the edge of the bed and got her situated, sitting at the foot of it. Then, to Kate’s surprise, he went to the closet and brought out a large, wedge shaped pillow covered in dark blue cloth.
“What’s that?” she asked as he arranged it behind her back.
“We used to use it a lot,” Rone explained, making sure she was comfortable, half-reclining against the blue pillow. “It’s so you can watch while I taste you.”
“You want me to…to watch?” Kate bit her lip uncertainly. “Really?”
“Really,” Rone said firmly. “You need to see what I’m doing. It will help you feel in control. Because make no mistake, Kate—you are in control. If you tell me to stop, I’ll stop—I swear it.”
“But…what about your Beast?” she asked.
“You let me worry about that,” he said firmly. “The most important thing right now is for you to feel comfortable. And for you to understand that I would never, ever hurt you.”
“I…I think I’m beginning to get that,” Kate said softly. He was kneeling at her feet and she reached down tentatively and cupped his cheek. It felt slightly scratchy and his skin was warm against her hand.
Rone turned his head and kissed her palm. His silver eyes were so full of need and love and desire, Kate caught her breath. What had she done to inspire this level of emotion in such a man? The big Kindred looked at her as though she was the most precious thing in the world to him.
“Lallie,” he murmured, and placed another kiss further up, on the pulse point of her wrist. Kate felt her heart begin to race as his warm lips caressed her gently. And then he was kissing even higher, placing his lips on the inner bend of her elbow…and then her shoulder…and then the sensitive side of her throat.
“Hey,” she whispered breathlessly as her pulse fluttered against his warm mouth. “I thought…thought you wanted, uh needed, to kiss me lower.”
“I do but there’s no harm in working our way up to it,” he murmured, giving her a little grin. “Besides, I want to taste your sweet lips again…before I taste your pussy.”
Kate felt her breath catch in her throat at his soft words and the way he was looking at her with those half-lidded eyes so filled with lust and need. And then he was kissing her again, taking her mouth but so gently it felt almost like a butterfly’s wings brushing against her lips.
He’s showing me, she thought, hear heart pounding in her chest. Showing me exactly how he’s going to taste me—proving how gentle he can be.
She kissed him back, surprising herself with her eagerness. Rone was still kneeling on the floor before her and it put their faces almost on the same level. She found she liked that—liked the intimacy of being so close to him without having to reach up.
Then Rone was kissing his way down her throat again. He stopped when he got to her chest and rubbed his cheeks against the inner slopes of her breasts, almost as if he was marking her in some way. Kate shivered when she felt his hot breath against her skin through the open-weave lace.
“Mmm…I love your breasts. So ripe and full…” His voice was a soft growl as he reached up to cup her gently. “Love how tight your nipples get for me when I touch you.” One long finger traced her right peak through the lace and Kate had to bite back a moan. “Love how sensitive you are and how you like having your nipples sucked,” he went on, looking up at her. “Can I suck them now, baby? I think it would help to get you warmed up for being tasted.”
“I…um…” Kate wanted to say yes but she still felt a little nervous, a little uncertain. She remembered how good his tongue had felt on her while they were in the exercise room at Flame and Frost but then she’d had a layer of fabric between her skin and his mouth.
“Just through the lace,” Rone said, as if reading her mind. “Would that be all right?”
“Yes, I…I guess so,” she whispered breathlessly. “I mean…if you want to.”
“Always want to taste you, baby,” he murmured. “Anywhere and everywhere—I love putting my mouth all over your sweet little body.”
Kate tried to bite back a moan as he covered one taut peak with his mouth. She expected him to suck or lick but for a long moment, Rone just held her, bathing her nipple in his hot breath without using his tongue at all.
Kate squirmed in frustrated anticipation. When was he going to do it?
“Rone?” she asked at last, wishing her voice wouldn’t come out so high and breathy.
He didn’t answer but arched an eyebrow at her and she knew he was teasing her, building her anticipation to get her ready for what he was going to do. Then something hot and wet caressed the tip of her nipple, sliding around the open-weave lace to bathe her bud with heat.
“Ohhh…” Kate breathed as her nipple came immediately to attention. Rone had mentioned that she loved having her nipples sucked and played with but honestly, she had no memory of that. She could only remember the relationships she’d had before him and none of the men she’d briefly dated had been much good at this—or any kind of sex for that matter. Now she was beginning to see that she did like having her breasts touched and tasted—if the person doing the touching and tasting knew what they were doing.
If the person is Rone, whispered a little voice in her head. If—
But her train of thought was cut off when the big Kindred suddenly stopped licking her and sucked hard instead, taking as much of her breast into his mouth as he could.
Kate moaned and thrust her chest out involuntarily, giving him greater access to her breasts.
Rone made a hungry sound at the back of his throat and sucked harder. At the same time, one large hand had found her other breast and he began tracing her left nipple in a slow, teasing way that was the exact opposite of what he was doing to the right.
Kate moaned again at the double sensation—the ticklish, barely-there touch on one side and the deep, hard suction on the other. God, he was driving her crazy. Was this the way they always were together? Was he always able to turn her on so fast?
Because there was no denying that what he was doing was having a definite effect on her. Between her legs, Kate was beginning to feel swollen and hot. Her clit throbbed as she pressed her thighs together, trying to quell the rising tide of desire.
At last Rone released the nipple he was sucking although he didn’t stop tracing the other with his fingers.
“Gods, baby, look at how tight and pink your sweet nipple is,” he murmured, examining the peak he had been sucking, which was extremely visible through the wet lace. “I wonder if your clit is looking the same way.”
“Uh…I don’t…I’m not sure,” Kate whispered uncertainly.
“It’s something I’ve always noticed with you,” he told her. “When your nipples start getting all tight and pink, your little clit does too. “Are you ready to let me see?” he murmured. One big hand brushed the top of her thigh and Kate jumped a little and let out a low gasp. She still had her legs closed and Rone was kneeling at her side. But she knew he was asking if she was ready to part for him and let him in.
“I…I guess so,” she said in a low, trembling voice. “I mean, if you want to.”
“I’ll just look at first,” Rone promised her gently. “And I won’t touch or taste until you’re ready to let me.”
His reassurance that he would take things slowly did a lot to calm Kate’s nerves.
“All right,” she said softly. “I…I guess that would be okay.”
Taking a deep breath, she parted her legs, letting the big Kindred in at last.
But Rone didn’t crowd her or try to shove his way between her thighs just yet. Instead, he continued kneeling before her, his big hands on her knees as he took her in.
“Gods, baby, you’re so beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely, his eyes fixed on the spot between her thighs.
Kate looked down as well and made a muffled sound of embarrassment. Through the lace of the panties, she could clearly see how swollen and wet her pussy had gotten. Her outer lips were dark pink with need and spreading under the lace, revealing her glistening inner folds. Even her clit was visible, throbbing like a pink pearl and begging for attention.
“God,” she whispered in a strangled voice and had to fight not to close her legs.
“So beautiful,” Rone said again. He had begun caressing her inner thighs, running his big, warm hands up and down her bare skin, sending shivers down her spine with his gentle caress. Kate thought that soft, soothing touch was the only reason she didn’t close her legs and run. She felt incredibly vulnerable all spread out like this, even with her panties on.
Rone dragged his gaze from the V between her legs up to her face and seemed to sense her embarrassment and uncertainty.
“It’s all right, baby,” he reassured her gently. “You always get hot and wet from letting me suck your nipples.”
“I…I do?” Kate whispered.
“Mm-hm. It’s one reason I wanted to taste your breasts before I tasted your pussy,” he murmured. “To get you warmed up.” He gave her a little smile. “I remember how embarrassed you got the first time I tasted you. You thought you were getting too wet.”
“Well, aren’t I?” Kate looked at herself doubtfully, feeling a fresh surge of embarrassment.
“There’s no such thing,” Rone assured her. “And anyway, it’s not all your doing. Your body is responding to mine—responding to my scent. It makes you produce a lot more honey than you normally would because that helps feed the hunger.”
“Oh, I…I didn’t know.”
“Now you do.” He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her knee. “Do you think you can let me come a little closer now and touch you?”
“Touch me how?” Kate asked. Her heart was pounding a rapid rhythm against her ribs that was half excitement and half fear.
“Just want to rub my cheek against you, that’s all,” Rone reassured her. “It’s a Kindred thing—we have scent glands around our mouths that help us mark our mates. I won’t go further than you want me to—I promise. Not until you’re ready.”
“Well…I guess that would be all right,” Kate said. “If…as long as you don’t pull down my panties.”
“Not until you’re ready.” He kissed her knee again and then scooted forward and pressed one scratchy cheek against the tender flesh of her inner thigh.
Kate bit back a moan, enjoying the rough feel of his face against her sensitive skin.
Rone nuzzled against her, rubbing against her inner thighs a long time before he finally pressed his cheek to the lace of her panties.
Kate felt her hands clench into fists of tension in the quilt on either side of her as his hot breath bathed her pussy through the thin material. Part of her was incredibly nervous having him here, between her legs—having any man there, really, after what that bastard Greg Compton had done.
But that was completely different, she reminded herself. I’m willing this time and I haven’t been drugged or pushed down on the bed. I’m safe and I’m in charge—Rone said so. He said he wouldn’t hurt me—he promised. He promised and I believe him. Besides, he’s being so gentle…
Looking down, she watched as Rone rubbed his cheek against her pussy mound and inhaled deeply, as though drinking in her scent.
“Gods, baby,” he growled hoarsely. “You smell so damn good. I’ve missed your scent so much, missed pressing my face between your legs to breathe you in.”
Kate tried to laugh. “You…you have?”
“Hell yes.” He looked up at her, his silver eyes drowning deep. “Your scent is like a drug for me—completely fucking intoxicating. I could breathe you in all day and go down on you all night.”
“But…but not quite yet, all right?” Kate’s heart was still racing and her mind was still fighting to push away the past, to forget the bad experience she’d had.
“Not yet. Not until you’re ready,” Rone promised again. “But do you think you could at least let me kiss you? Through your panties, of course,” he added quickly. “That way I wouldn’t be touching your bare flesh—just kissing you here…” One long finger traced lightly over the white lace. “With your panties between us.”
“Well…all right,” Kate heard herself agreeing. “I guess that…that would be all right.”
“Thank you, Lalli. You honor me with your trust.”
Holding her eyes with his, Rone leaned forward and laid a soft, open-mouthed kiss over the crotch of her panties.
Kate bit back a moan as she felt his hot breath against her enflamed flesh, separated from him only by the thin lace. God, she could feel herself getting hotter and wetter all the time! In fact, she was afraid of what she might see if she looked down. Even now, she could feel how wet the lace of her panties was getting—could that really be because her body was reacting to his? Was she really going to make a lot more…honey just because he was near her?
It seemed entirely possible—especially since she could feel all the rest of herself reacting to the big Kindred’s touch too. Her nipples were so tight they ached and her pulse was pounding, the blood rushing in her veins, making her feel hot and breathless and needy all over.
“Such a sweet, soft little pussy,” Rone murmured, placing another soft kiss on her panty-covered slit, right over her throbbing clit. “Gods, I’ve missed this part of you so much, baby…missed being between your thighs and giving you pleasure…”
“But don’t…don’t you only want to do this because it feeds the Beast?” she protested breathlessly. “I mean, you don’t have a choice with the hunger do you? You have to do it.”
“I have to? Yes, I suppose in a way.” He shrugged. “But it’s more than that, baby—I want to. I need to.” He kissed her again, this time placing his mouth right over her clit, which was throbbing under the thin lace and then looked up at her. “I crave you so damn much…crave the feeling of your thighs wrapped around my head, your little hands pulling my hair, the sound of your sweet voice moaning my name when I bring you to the edge with my tongue…” He shook his head. “I can’t explain it any better than that. I just need to taste you.”
“I…I think I’m beginning to understand,” Kate whispered, daring to reach out to him and run a hand through his thick, black hair. Rone made a soft growl of pleasure in the back of his throat and for a moment she almost felt like she was stroking a tiger or a panther—some animal that would be completely deadly to anyone else but which was safe for her. Considering the Beast the big Kindred kept within, she supposed the analogy wasn’t that far off although she still wasn’t sure what might happen if the Beast came out. She stroked Rone again, trying not to consider that possibility.
Though she’d been trying not to remember the past, she couldn’t help thinking that this experience was the exact opposite of what had happened to her in college. Not just in terms of being forced or being willing—it was Rone’s whole attitude towards what they were doing.
Back in college, her attacker had actually acted like he was doing her a favor. He’d believed that licking between her legs for a few minutes would make her instantly horny—grateful and ready to have sex with him—which was, of course, the ultimate goal.
For Rone, this was the ultimate goal—just being able to taste her and give her pleasure. He clearly loved everything about it from the feeling of her thighs against the sides of his face to the scent and taste of her pussy—which was something Kate had been self-conscious about ever since that awful night in college.
But watching the way he breathed her in and feeling the soft, hot kisses he gave her through the white lace of the panties made Kate feel completely confident that he liked this. No, more than liked it—he loved it. Needed it. He made her feel beautiful…precious and desired and perfect despite all the imperfections she saw in herself. Kate liked that feeling—liked it a lot. It made her feel more relaxed and open—less fearful of what was happening between them.
She wondered if Rone could somehow sense the shift in her mood because he looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded with desire.
“Lalli,” he murmured hoarsely. “Do you think you could let me kiss you without your panties now?”
Kate’s heart began jack-hammering in her chest again. She was feeling more and more comfortable with this act but letting go of the final barrier between them was still difficult.
“Just…just kiss me?” she managed to say.
“I promise.” He stroked her thighs soothingly. “I won’t spread open your pussy and taste you until you tell me you’re ready. Okay?”
Kate bit her lip, hesitating for a moment. But the sincerity and desire in his silver eyes decided her.
“All right,” she said, lifting her hips so he could slide the jade green and white lace panties down her legs. “I guess…oh!”
The little gasp of embarrassment was drawn from her when she looked down at herself and saw what the panties had been apparently keeping in check. She wasn’t just wet—she was soaked. Under the neatly trimmed thatch of red curls at the top of her mound, her pussy lips were shiny with her juices. Not only that, but they were spreading open to show her inner folds, especially her clit which was clearly on display and begging for attention.
Attention Rone was obviously eager to give. A soft, hungry growl came from his throat and his fingers tightened ever so slightly on her thighs as he gazed at her.
Mortified, Kate desperately wanted to shut her legs. She knew he’d told her that she would get extra wet but this was ridiculous—she was overflowing everywhere.
“I…um…” She shifted uncomfortably. “Maybe I should…should clean up some.”
Rone looked up at her, a little smile playing around the corner of his mouth.
“That’s exactly what you said the first time you let me go down on you. Listen baby, please don’t worry—this is beautiful.” He gestured at her glistening pussy and inner thighs. “You’re beautiful. Can I give you that kiss now?”
“I guess…” Kate was still squirming uncomfortably. She fully expected him to dive right in now that she had given him the go-ahead and she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
But Rone surprised her again by leaning forward and simply placing a soft, chaste kiss on her springy patch of curls. He grinned when he looked up and saw the look on her face.
“Surprised you, huh?”
“I guess so,” Kate admitted. “The way you were talking earlier I thought you were going to just…you know, go for it.”
“There’s nothing I want more right now than to spread open your sweet pussy lips and taste your honey right from the source,” he murmured, his eyes going half-lidded again. “But I won’t do that until I know you’re ready.” He stroked her thigh gently. “I could clean you up a little though.”
“Clean…clean me up?” Kate asked breathlessly.
“Sure.” He gave her a lazy smile. “You know, just lick up the juices around your thighs and maybe your outer pussy lips?”
“Just…you mean you wouldn’t go inside?” Kate whispered.
“Not until you’re ready,” he murmured. “Not until you tell me you want me to.”
“All right. I…I guess that would be okay.” Kate nodded. The thought of his tongue lapping over her inner thighs and the outside of her pussy didn’t make her nearly as nervous as the idea of letting him spread her open and lap her inner cunt.
“Thank you,” Rone murmured and then he was leaning forward again, an intent look on his face as he pressed between her legs.
Kate had to bite back a moan as she felt his hot, wet tongue dragging over her inner thighs. He’d nuzzled her here earlier but this was the first time she’d felt his tongue on her in such a sensitive area—well, the first time she could remember—and it felt amazing.
To her embarrassment, the sensation caused her pussy to make even more honey. She could feel it wetting her outer lips and thighs almost as fast as Rone could lap it up but the big Kindred didn’t seem to mind. In fact, he appeared to love it.
With a low growl, he lapped gently at her outer pussy lips—first the right and then the left. Then, gently, he sucked the right into his mouth, tugging gently in a way that made Kate moan and shift restlessly. He repeated the action on the left side and then cleaned away her juices with his tongue, obviously relishing her flavor.
Kate felt like she could hardly sit still as the big Kindred continued to lick and suck all around her outer pussy and thighs without actually tasting her inner folds. God, she hadn’t thought she would ever want anyone to do this to her again and yet now she didn’t want Rone to stop! In fact, she wanted him to do more—to go further…deeper.
“Rone…” she whispered, tugging restlessly at his hair.
“Mmm?” He looked up at her, his eyes half-lidded and hazy with pleasure. “Gods, baby, you taste so good. I’ve missed your sweet honey so damn much.”
“There’s more, uh, honey, inside,” Kate said, giving him a nervous little smile. She was trying to be more daring, to let him know that she wanted more without actually saying it outright. Luckily, Rone seemed to know exactly what she wanted.
“You mean inside your pussy, baby?” he murmured, his deep voice a soft growl of desire.
“Mmm-hmm.” Kate bit her lip. “A lot more. If…if you want it.”
His eyes flashed pure silver.
“You know I do. Are you telling me you’re ready to let me spread open your pussy and lick inside you? Are you ready to let me lick your inner pussy?”
Kate bit her lip. “I…I think so,” she whispered. “At least, I want to be. And the way you keep licking all around me without going any deeper makes me feel like I’m about to go crazy.”
He gave her a lazy smile.
“You’re feeling it too—the hunger. Not as badly as I am but it’s affecting you at least a little.”
“What?” Kate was shocked. “But how can I feel the hunger? I don’t have a Beast inside me like you do.”
“It happens sometimes when the connection between a Wulven and his mate or his intended mate is strong,” Rone said. “The hunger jumps from one to the other almost like a flame. It affected you once before, when we were apart for a mission.”
“It did?” Kate raised an eyebrow at him. “And what did we do about it?”
“Went back to the ship and spent the night in the Breeding Chair,” Rone murmured. “You sat in my lap all night with my cock buried inside you to the hilt, baby. I had to fill you with my cum over and over again until you finally felt better.”
“Oh…” His words brought a fresh rush of wetness to the tender area between her thighs and Kate could feel her cheeks heating as she pictured the two of them doing what he had described. For a moment she allowed herself to imagine sitting in the Breeding Chair, straddling his hips with his thick shaft deep inside her… But the image was too much, too intense. It made her feel so hot…so needy.
“Rone…” she whispered, tugging at his hair again. “Do you think you could…could kiss me inside this time?”
“Of course, baby.” He gave her that lazy smile again. “Nothing would give me greater pleasure.” He framed her pussy with his big hands and placed his thumbs on her outer lips before looking up at her. “I’m going to spread you slowly, okay? If at any point you want me to stop, just say so.”
Again, Kate was touched by his care and consideration. He really was going out of his way to make sure she was comfortable.
“Okay. Thank you,” she whispered and watched as he opened her, baring her wet, pink, inner folds completely.
“Ah, Gods…so beautiful. So perfect. Your sweet little clit…I’ve missed it so much.” He leaned forward and placed a soft, sucking kiss on the tight little bud, making Kate moan and jump. Rone looked up at her, his eyes filled with desire. “That’s right, you like that don’t you? Like having your clit sucked.”
“I…I guess. I don’t know,” Kate admitted.
“Trust me—you do,” Rone promised her. “And you loved to be licked there—especially along the right side. You’re more sensitive there.”
Kate had to admit he was right. When she touched herself, that was always the favorite side but it wasn’t something she’d have expected a man to remember.
“I am,” she admitted.
“I know.” One side of his sensuous mouth quirked up. “You know, most of the time when we were together, I liked to take my time with you and lick you for a long, long time and give you a nice, slow come. But sometimes we didn’t have much time—when we were off the ship and someplace where we didn’t know how long we’d have privacy. So I got to be an expert at making you come hard and fast too.”
“You…you did?” Kate felt a warm throbbing ache beginning to build between her legs. God, was this the hunger he was talking about or were his words just turning her on so much she could barely hold still? And was Rone really an expert at making her come?
Looking at that knowing expression on his face, she was sure he was. If Rone had spent as much time between her thighs as he’d told her, he ought to know exactly how to please her by now.
“Do you want me to show you?” he murmured, caressing her inner thigh with one large hand.
Kate opened her mouth, uncertain what would come out.
“Yes,” she heard herself say. “Yes, show me. Please, Rone—I…I want you to.”
“Good. Because I want to—need to make you come so damn badly, baby.”
He knelt back between her legs, his broad shoulders splitting her wide, and pressed his hot mouth to her open pussy.
Kate moaned as the tip of his tongue began tracing circles around her throbbing clit. Then he began licking up and down, just the right side as he had said she liked. He had been telling the truth, Kate thought deliriously—having his talented tongue caressing the right side of her hot little button made her nearly delirious with lust. In fact, she found she was moaning out loud and tugging at his hair again.
When she realized what she was doing, she made herself stop, putting her hands to her sides to grip the quilt that covered the bed instead. But Rone stopped licking and looked up at her.
“No, Lalli,” he muttered hoarsely when he saw where her hands had gone. “No, don’t be afraid to hold on to me. I love that—it’s part of it. Feeling your hands in my hair, pulling me closer, putting me exactly where you want me.”
“You…you don’t mind?” Kate dared to thread her fingers through his thick black hair again. “Even if I hurt you?”
“Baby, pain from you is better than pleasure from anybody else,” Rone growled softly. “So go ahead and pull my hair if you need to—scratch my shoulders…do whatever you need to do. I love it. I love you and I want to know you’re feeling good—that I’m giving you what you need.”
“All right.” Kate tugged lightly on his hair. “Are you, uh, going to taste me some more?”
He gave her a feral grin. “Baby, I haven’t even gotten started yet. I have six months to make up for—I could feed on your sweet pussy all night long and not feel ready to stop.”
He leaned forward again and this time Kate felt his long, hot tongue sliding deep into her entrance, filling her up.
“Oh!” she gasped, her hands tightening in his hair. Rone made a hungry sound at the back of his throat and went deeper, thrusting his tongue further than she would have believed possible. Kate felt him lapping up her juices eagerly and then pressing deeper again, as though trying to get more.
“Rone…Rone,” she cried as he moved up to tease her clit with the tip of his tongue. His mouth was deliciously hot as he tasted her and at the same time, he was reaching up to stroke and pinch her nipples, sending sparks of pleasure through her body and straight back down to her open pussy.
“Ah…God…” Kate moaned as her pleasure began to build. She was close…so close…and for the first time in a long time, she found she actually wanted to come.
She’d been holding her sex drive in check ever since Mimi had found her naked in the park in Sarasota—not that she’d had much to hold in check. Mostly it had been completely absent. Kate had an idea the fear toxins that had filled her system had had something to do with that. But now that the toxins were gone and she was with a man who really cared for her, she felt like six months of desire was crashing down on her at once. Suddenly, she was right on the edge, feeling like the least little thing could tip her over.
Rone looked up at her, his eyes glowing with need and desire.
“You’re close, aren’t you baby? I can feel you trembling the way you always do when you’re about to come.”
“I…I think so,” Kate admitted, bucking her hips a little.
“Good.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss her inner thigh again. “Then just relax, baby. Relax and let me give you a nice…hard…come.”
The he hooked his arms under her thighs, splitting her even wider, and pulled her into a new, even more open position.
Kate gave a soft, surprised gasp and then he was licking her again, tracing her swollen clit with his tongue and lapping up her honey as though it was the most delicious taste in the world—and to him, maybe it was.
Suddenly the orgasm washed over her like a warm tidal wave, making her gasp and moan, making her shake and tremble as her fingers tightened in his hair and her thighs squeezed hard around the sides of his scratchy cheeks.
“Oh, Rone…Rone!” she heard herself calling. And then, suddenly, he slipped two long fingers into her entrance and fucked up into her, filling her with them as he continued to suck and lave her clit, pressing deep to find the end of her channel and make her moan his name even louder.
Kate moaned and arched her back, her vision going cloudy for a moment. God, she couldn’t believe this—couldn’t believe she was spread open with the big Kindred between her legs making her come with just his tongue and fingers. For a brief moment she thought she glimpsed the life she and Rone had shared together—the lovely, long days and the deep, dark nights, holding each other, loving each other, and never wanting to be apart.
Then the brief vision faded and Kate was coming again as Rone did something new with his tongue. She gasped, bucking her hips up to meet him, giving herself completely in a way she hadn’t even known was possible. She was losing control—losing herself and yet she didn’t care a bit…didn’t care about anything but the pleasure washing over her…