Ruby Shadows (Born to Darkness #3)(102)
“But…but…” I didn’t know how I felt about this. Didn’t know if I wanted to see him do that to me. But Laish stroked my trembling thighs soothingly with his big hands.
“Just a kiss to start with,” he reminded me. “And you do not even have to take off your panties.”
“Oh, that’s right…” I took a deep breath. I can do this. I have to do this. “All right,” I said at last and forced my legs to part, though it was one of the hardest things I’d ever done. “Just a kiss.”
“Good.” Laish looked up at me and stroked my inner thighs. “Just a kiss.”
Chapter Twenty-seven
Laish
How can I explain the rush of emotion I felt when Gwendolyn finally parted her thighs for me? When she finally trusted me enough to open up and let me give her pleasure? I felt fiercely protective of her—wanting to earn the trust she’d shown me. At the same time I felt admiration for her courage—this was no easy thing for her to do and I well knew it. And I would be lying if I didn’t admit that blood surged to my cock at the sight of her lying open before me at last.
She was wearing the little white panties I’d laid out for her and the fragile lace barely covered her plump * mound. Already I could see her moisture gathering, making the thin white material almost transparent. It clung to her outer lips in a way that was distractingly erotic.
“Gods, mon ange,” I murmured, running one finger down the clearly delineated cleft of her *. “Look how wet you’re already getting. Look how eager your * is to be kissed.”
“Laish…” she protested in a breathless voice. Looking up, I saw that her cheeks were flushed and her green eyes were bright in the firelight. Clearly she was still a little uncertain about letting me do this. That was all right—I was determined to win her trust completely. And to that end, I would take things slowly—as slowly as she needed me to.
“It’s all right, mon ange,” I assured her, kissing her inner thigh and making her jump.
“No, it’s not. I didn’t know…I mean, I don’t know why I’m so, uh…”
“Wet? Aroused?” I suggested in a low voice. “Maybe because your body is ready for things your mind is still coming to terms with.”
“Maybe,” she whispered, biting her lip. “But it’s still embarrassing.”
“It’s beautiful,” I corrected her gently. “I knew those panties would look perfect on you, especially once your * got wet. I love how transparent they are…how I can see your cunt lips parting and your little clit swelling with need.”
“Goddess!” Her cheeks got even darker but I could tell by her breathing and the way her sweet, feminine scent intensified that my words were arousing her. Though she didn’t like to admit it, my dirty talk affected her greatly. For myself, I enjoyed it as well. I loved to tell her in no uncertain terms how beautiful I found her lush body and exactly what I wanted to do to it.
“May I kiss you now?” I asked, looking up at her. “May I pleasure you with my mouth, Gwendolyn?”
“I…I guess so. Yes.” She nodded, the look in her eyes both fearful and eager.
“Thank you,” I murmured. I knew what she expected me to do—knew she thought I would kiss her * through the thin, transparent panties at once. But such directness would not have stimulated her. Besides, I loved violating her expectations.
Starting just by her left knee, I began to lick a long, slow trail up her inner thigh. It was the way I had licked her clean after I brought her to orgasm the night before and I wanted to remind her of it—to remind her that I would be gentle and tender in all things.
She moaned softly and I felt a little of the tension leave her thighs as she opened wider to me.
“That’s right,” I murmured, placing a soft, open mouthed kiss just where her thigh met her body. “Open for me, Gwendolyn. Let yourself relax—I will never hurt you.”
“Laish…” she whispered and reached out to stroke my cheek as I started on her other thigh. I nuzzled against her hand, kissing her palm tenderly. Gods, she was so lovely—so delicate. I could think of no place in any realm I would rather be than here on my knees before her, servicing her with my tongue.
Finally, after kissing and licking her inner thighs for some time, I felt she was ready. She was shifting around on the couch impatiently and her * was so wet I could see the ripe berry of her clit clearly begging for attention. I knew how sensitive she was there—too sensitive for direct contact with something as crude and rough as a hand or finger. But lips and tongue are always softer—I thought she could bear my oral attentions to her more delicate areas quite well.
“I’m going to kiss you now, Gwendolyn—really kiss you,” I told her softly. “Look at me. Watch me kiss your sweet little clit.”
“Laish…” I loved the way she breathed my name…the way her eyes followed me as I leaned in again and laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on her throbbing clit through the thin panties.
I prolonged the kiss as long as I could, not really licking—just pressing the flat of my tongue to her sensitive little nub.
Gwendolyn gasped and her eyes widened. I knew she was feeling the heat of my mouth, knew that every nerve in her body was alight as I kissed her so gently. And Gods, she tasted so damn good. Salty and sweet and completely feminine. How I longed to push the little scrap of fabric to one side and really lick her—to lap her sweet cunt until her honey flowed for me, until she moaned and gasped and called my name and came all over my face.