“God, Nina…” he said hoarsely, watching her. “Can’t believe you’re doing that.”
Nina couldn’t quite believe it either, but she liked it just the same. Liked the warm, masculine scent of his cock and the way it felt so hot and hard in her hand. She especially liked the salty taste of his pre-cum. Daring to be just a little naughtier, she explored his slit with the tip of her tongue, lapping away the slippery, salty liquid that had gathered there and trying to get more.
Reddix groaned. “Nina no, that’s going too far. I can’t…don’t know if I can stand it.”
“What?” She looked up at him innocently, but inside she felt even more powerful, even more turned on. “I’m just kissing you,” she murmured. “It’s not like I’m actually sucking you or anything. Can’t you tell the difference?”
“I don’t know—” he began.
“Because if you can’t, I can show you,” Nina said, grinning naughtily. “Now watch closely, Reddix. This is a kiss…” Leaning down so that her full breasts brushed against his thighs, she placed another hot, sucking kiss against the head of his cock, swiping it with her tongue as she did so.
Reddix groaned again. “Nina…”
“And this is sucking,” she went on. She looked up to be sure he was watching her, and then she leaned forward and took his thick head into her mouth.
It tasted delicious—hot and hard and salty and she liked the way it throbbed against her tongue. But she wanted even more.
“Nina…” Reddix protested as she took him deeper. He was too big to fit much in her mouth, but it was very enjoyable to try and get as much as she could. And even more enjoyable to hear his low groans of pleasure as she did so.
Nina had given blow jobs in the past—her ex had pretty much expected it although he point blank refused to return the favor—but it had never turned her on that much before.
This time was different. Doing this for her ex-fiancé had never gotten her hot, not like sucking Reddix did. Her pussy felt swollen and juicy, and she could feel her honey running down her inner thighs. The low, deep sounds of pleasure the big Kindred was making urged her on, making her even hotter. Though she was certain he was dying to thrust, he held rigidly still, his entire body tense. Finally, she became aware that he was calling her name, trying to get her attention.
Reluctantly, she released him and looked up.
“What is it?”
“Gonna come soon,” he growled tightly. “But I don’t want it to be in your mouth.”
“All right.” Nina went back to pumping his shaft, but again, he stopped her.
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to come while you touch me either.”
Nina drew back, a little hurt. “What do you want, then?”
Reddix looked at her, his eyes blazing in the dim light.
“I want to come while I’m touching you,” he murmured. “Please, Nina—let me touch you.”
Chapter Twenty-three
Nina wasn’t sure if she should let him or not. She wanted to—just the thought of those big, strong hands running all over her body made her throb with need. It was so much like the erotic dreams she’d had of him she almost felt like she’d be living out a fantasy. But she wasn’t sure if she could trust him go so far without going all the way which she most certainly didn’t want to do.
“I don’t know,” she said, studying him. “What about the rules I made? The first one was that I would touch you, not the other way around.”
“And that’s the only reason you’re saying no? A rule you made up?” he demanded.
“Well…” She bit her lip. “No. And it’s not that I don’t want you to. It’s that I’m…”
“Afraid?” He raised an eyebrow at her.
Reluctantly, she nodded. “Well…yes.”
“Listen to me, Nina—I’m not going to make love to you tonight. I swear it.” He sighed. “I want to, but I can tell you don’t. And even if you did, I couldn’t do it properly—the way it’s meant to be done among my people.”
“Well then, why…?”
“Do you know how long it’s been since I touched a female?” he growled softly. “Especially one as beautiful as you? I want to run my hands all over your gorgeous, curves. Want to explore you, cup your breasts in my palms, stroke your sweet little pussy until you moan for me.”
“What…what are you saying?” Suddenly, her breath was coming short, and she didn’t feel nearly so much in control.
Reddix gave her a level look, his silver eyes hooded with desire. “I’m saying I want to make you come. Now, Nina.”
Nina opened her mouth to say no, and heard herself say, “All right,” instead.
Well, so much for rules. Somehow she found herself lying down in the middle of the bed, and then Reddix was looming over her.
“Don’t worry,” he murmured, his deep voice rough with desire. “I swear I won’t hurt you. Just want to touch you.”
Though she’d been afraid of him earlier, Nina found herself relaxing. There was nothing but sincerity in his eyes, nothing but a pure wish to pleasure her in his face. She closed her eyes, waiting to feel his hands on her.
Instead, she felt his mouth.
Soft, slow, and surprisingly tender after his earlier bruising kisses, his lips explored hers in a way that stole her breath. When she opened her mouth for a little gasp, his tongue was right there, seeking but not demanding entrance. He lapped gently, and Nina found herself inviting him in, opening wider to receive him and even sucking his tongue when he slipped it inside her.
Reddix groaned roughly and deepened the kiss. At the same time he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her to him, pressing her breasts to his chest and running his big hands up and down her back and shoulders.
Then his hands moved from her back to her front, cupping her aching breasts and stroking lightly over her nipples.
Nina moaned and arched up, trying to get more of the sweetly addictive sensation. But then she felt him tugging on her dress.
“Wha—what are you doing?” she asked breathlessly, breaking the kiss.
“Take it off.” Reddix’s eyes blazed into hers. “I won’t hurt you, and I won’t force you, Nina, but I want you to take this damn thing off.”
“I can’t…I shouldn’t,” she protested softly.
“Take it off.” He kissed her again, thrusting his tongue slowly between her lips, making her moan before he pulled away. “I want you naked under me,” he growled.
Nina bit her lip. “But…you promise not to…”
“I told you—I won’t make love to you tonight,” he swore fiercely. “But I want to touch you everywhere. And I can’t do that with this damn fur dress in the way.”
Once again she meant to say no. Once again she found herself agreeing instead. God, why couldn’t she deny him? Maybe because you don’t want to, suggested a little voice in her head. Nina thought it was probably right.
“All right,” she said, sitting up and raising her arms over her head. “Help me out of it.”
Reddix had the dress over her head almost before she could finish talking. He threw it over the side of the bed and then pulled her back down to the mattress.
Nina expected him to start touching her all over at once. Instead, to her surprise, he took a long moment to just look at her. The way his silver eyes roamed over her body made her feel even more naked than she already was if that was possible. She crossed her legs self-consciously.
“Reddix—” she began, but he cut her off.
“Beautiful,” he muttered in a low, choked voice. “Gods, do you have any idea how fucking gorgeous you are, Nina?”
“I…not really. My hips and behind are way too big,” she protested.
“Didn’t I tell you I love a woman with a heart shaped ass?” he demanded. Cupping her hip with one hand, he slid his hand down to palm her ass. “Perfect,” he muttered, squeezing lightly but possessively.
“I’m…glad you like it,” Nina said cautiously, her
heart thumping.
“Like it? I fucking love it—love all of you. Come here.” He pulled her to him so that they were both on their sides, facing each other and pressed tight, chest to chest and thigh to thigh.
Nina stiffened a little when she felt his long, hard shaft branding her lower belly, but Reddix made no move to get it between her legs. Instead, he pulled her closer, as though he couldn’t get enough of the feel of her skin against his. As though he never wanted to let her go.
“Gods, why do you feel so right in my arms?” he muttered into her hair. “Why can’t I stop wanting you? Stop thinking about you?”
“I think about you too,” Nina admitted in a low voice. “I don’t understand it either.”
“You’d almost think we were made for each other.” He gave a low bitter laugh and pulled back a little. “Except I’m not made for anyone.”
“Reddix…”
“Just let me hold you.” He pulled her close again, rubbing up and down her back and ass in long, slow strokes. “Just let me feel you close to me, in my arms.”
Nina stiffened at first, but he smelled so good, and the feel of his big body all around her, surrounding her with his heat, was surprisingly relaxing. After a moment, she gave a soft sigh and let her body mold itself against his.
“That’ right,” he rumbled, still stroking gently. “Gods, you’re so soft, so fragile. Let me know if I’m hurting you.”
“You’re not,” Nina assured him, touched by his concern. It was hard to believe he was the same man who had pinned her to the bed earlier that evening. Clearly he was doing his best not to frighten or overwhelm her in any way. She felt herself genuinely touched at the effort he was making.
“You don’t realize how much you miss this until you can’t do it anymore,” he murmured. “Just the simple act of being close to another person—holding someone you care for in your arms…”
Nina felt a surge of sorrow for him.
“Oh, Reddix…” Stroking a hand through his hair, she kissed him gently on the lips.
He returned the kiss with interest, and one large hand slid down to cup her breast.
Nina moaned when he thumbed her nipple gently, sending showers of sparks through her entire body.
“You have beautiful breasts,” he said softly. “So full and the nipples are so tight. They fit into my hands perfectly.”
“I’m glad you like them.” Nina pressed closer, pushing her breast against his palm. “You have…a very gentle touch.”
“When I’m not out of my head with lust, you mean.” He gave a low laugh. “Which I am right now, but I’m trying to take things slow…to make it last.”
“That’s the idea,” Nina agreed. “The longer it lasts, the more satisfied the collar should be.”
He shook his head. “That’s not why I’m trying to make it last, Nina. It’s because I’ve been wanting to touch you like this from the first moment I saw you. And I don’t know when I’ll ever get the chance again.”
“Reddix…” she began, but he kissed her again, and his hand moved lower, stroking over her belly and hips until it came to a stop lightly cupping her mound.
Nina opened her eyes and pulled back from the kiss.
“I—”
“Spread for me, Nina.” His deep voice was low and demanding and his eyes wouldn’t let her go. “Let me touch you everywhere.”
She felt helpless to disobey his command. Even more than that—she didn’t want to disobey it. With a soft little moan, she parted her thighs and let him in.
* * * * *
Her soft, sweet little pussy felt incredibly right in his hand. She was fragile and warm and the soft mound of her neatly trimmed thatch tickled his palm. But even more than the feel of her cleft in his hand, Reddix felt privileged by the trust she was showing him. In no way did he deserve such a display of complete confidence, such openness. And yet Nina gave it to him without hesitation when he asked. Looking down into her beautiful, star-like eyes as he cupped her, he felt like she’d reached into his chest and squeezed his heart. He wanted her more than any other woman he’d ever seen, but it was more than that—there was a connection between them. One he couldn’t deny, even though he tried to.
“Nina,” he whispered softly and bent to kiss her again. At the same time, he slid just the tip of his middle finger over her slit.
She moaned slightly and opened even more for him. Reddix broke the kiss and looked down. He had moved them slightly so that she was lying on her back now, with his arm under her head. In the firelight, he could plainly see how swollen her little cunt lips were. As she spread her legs, they opened for him, revealing her inner pussy, already slick with her honey.
He groaned low in his throat. Gods, how he wanted to taste her there—to bury his face between her thighs and lap and suck until she came all over his face.
“So sweet,” he murmured hoarsely. “Want to taste you, sweetheart—like you tasted me.”
A look of uncertainty came over her face, and she half-closed her legs again.
“I don’t know. I’m not…very comfortable with that.”
Reddix was disappointed, but he had promised himself he would do only what she wanted and no more.
“All right then,” he said gently, bending down to give her another brief kiss on the lips. “I won’t ask for anything you don’t want to give.”
“Thank you.” Nina looked relieved and much more relaxed. Reddix stroked her again, and she moaned softly and opened her legs once more.
His mouth still watered to taste her sweetness, but he held himself back. Instead, he contented himself with sliding two fingertips gently along her slit again, dipping into her slippery depths to caress the tight little button of her clit.
Nina gasped, her hips jumping at his touch. Reddix felt his cock surge, reminding him he was painfully hard. But he didn’t care. Nina was so beautiful and perfect, lying here spread open before him, he just wanted to concentrate on her. Besides, touching her like this was making him so hot he almost felt like he could come just from bringing her pleasure.
“Do you like this?” he murmured, sliding gently over her clit again and then circling the little button with one fingertip. “Do you like it when I pet your pussy, Nina?”
“Y-yes,” she whispered, rolling her hips to get more of his soft caresses. “God, that feels so—oh.”
“Feels good to me too,” Reddix assured her, still stroking. “But now I want to touch deeper—inside you.”
“Yes.” She nodded, her eyes half-lidded, almost drugged with pleasure. “Yes, do it.”
He slid two fingers down her slippery inner pussy until he found the entrance to her core. Then, looking into her eyes the whole time, he pressed deep inside her, entering with one long, slow, smooth thrust.
Nina moaned his name and pumped her hips, thrusting up as though she was trying to get more.
“That’s right,” Reddix growled, feeling his cock surge again. “Work yourself on my fingers, sweetheart. Fuck yourself on me.”
Then he began a steady rhythm, fucking into her with two thick fingers while he slid the pad of his thumb over and around her throbbing clit. Nina was almost sobbing by now. She had her hands buried in his hair and was pulling him down, wanting another kiss.
Reddix was happy to oblige her. Around his fingers, he could feel her slick, tight channel grasping him like a silk glove. Gods, how he wished it was his tongue or his cock buried inside her instead. But this was good too—incredibly damn good. Holding a beautiful female in his arms, hearing her call his name while he pleasured her…he definitely couldn’t complain.
Nina began panting faster, her hips moving more erratically. Her nipples were tight and deep red in the firelight. In response to her obvious need, Reddix speeded up, thrusting faster and deeper into her slick, tight little pussy.
“Reddix!” she gasped, bucking her hips. “Oh God, so close…”
“Come on, then, sweetheart,” he growled softly in her ear. “Come for
me—I want you to.”
“I…I will. I’m trying…” She seemed so close but still not quite able to reach the edge. Though he had promised not to use his mouth on her, Reddix couldn’t help himself. Ducking his head, he took one of her tight nipples between his lips and sucked hard, lashing the sensitive tip with his tongue.
With a low wail, Nina came, calling his name. Her inner cunt spasmed around his invading fingers, making his cock surge again. Gods, how he wanted to be inside her right now, feeling that tight grip around his shaft!
Forget it, he told himself sternly. It’s never going to happen. Even if she was willing, you couldn’t do it right. You have an inverted Touch Sense—how could you ever pleasure her properly or bond her to you?
He pushed the depressing thoughts away and concentrated on her pleasure. She looked so beautiful, coming in his arms. Her dark hair was spread around her head like a halo, her cheeks were flushed, her mouth half open as called his name…the most gorgeous sight he’d ever seen.
Leaning down he took her mouth, swallowing her passionate cries eagerly, pulling her to him to feel her sweet body quiver with the pleasure of orgasm. She kissed him back, gripping his shoulders tightly, holding on to him as though he was the only solid point in a storm only she could feel.
Reddix held her tightly, trying to memorize the feel of her in his arms, trying to commit her sweet scent and the silky texture of her skin to memory. In that moment, he had all he had ever wanted, and even if he was never destined to repeat this moment with Nina, he knew he would never forget it.
Chapter Twenty-four
“And you’re both all right? You and also the girl you, er…”
“It’s all right, Saber—you can say it,” Reddix growled. “The girl I kidnapped. Her name is Nina, and yes, she’s fine. In fact, she’s right here.” He motioned for Nina who had been standing behind him in the knee-high purple-gray grass.
“Hi.” She came out from around the big Kindred smiling self-consciously. It wasn’t usually like her to be shy, but the silver ship bearing Reddix’s friends had dropped out of the sky with no warning. Reddix had gone back to wearing his own clothing after the first night he’d been awake, but Nina had gotten used to the comfortable fur blanket-dress, and she hadn’t had time to change back into her scrubs. She was well aware of how strange her new “clothes” looked and was worried about what the other Kindred might think of her.
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