Jillian felt her nipples stiffen at his slow, gradual approach and she felt her pleasure building. She began to shift on the table, pressing her thighs together as he continued to slowly circle her peaks. God, when was he actually going to touch her? By now she was aching for him!
Kalis seemed to sense her need.
“Slowly, little Mistress,” he murmured and she finally felt him stroke the sensitive tips of her nipples. Sparks of sensation shot through her body, from her breasts straight down to her pussy, which felt more wet and swollen than Jillian could ever remember.
“S-slowly?” she gasped, arching her back, wanting more of his hands on her.
“Mmm-hmm,” Kalis rumbled. “We must build the pleasure slowly so that your release will be more intense.”
Jillian realized he was talking about her orgasm. God, was she really going to let him touch her until she came? To be honest, she was already halfway there, she admitted to herself. Her sensitive nipples had been an irritation to her in the past, because no man she’d ever been with had been gentle enough with them. But Kalis seemed to know exactly how to touch her tender peaks to bring her intense pleasure without going too far and hurting her.
“Oh…” she whispered, as the tension tightened in her lower belly like a wire about to snap. “Oh, Kalis…”
“Gods, little Mistress, love to hear you say my name,” he growled softly. “Are you ready for me to massage lower?”
“Yes!” Jillian arched her back and opened her thighs invitingly. “Oh God, yes!”
Part of her couldn’t believe she was acting like this—where had all her common sense and inhibitions gone to? She was a grown woman—not a horny college student having a one-night stand with some sexy guy she barely knew! What was wrong with her?
But that part of her that was screaming for common sense seemed very far away as Kalis’s long fingers traveled down the length of her body and he cupped her pussy mound in one large hand.
Jillian was glad that she kept everything neatly trimmed down there. The area might not see much action—okay, no action at all—but she liked to keep things neat and tidy.
Now she felt herself spreading her thighs wider, her outer pussy lips opening under his palm as though to invite the big Kindred inside.
“Gods, little Mistress—you’re already so hot and wet,” Kalis growled softly. “Would you like me to massage your pussy now?”
“Y-yes,” Jillian stuttered. “God, yes—please!”
“As my lady wishes. And should I continue to stimulate your sweet peaks?” he asked in that deep, sensual voice of his.
Unable to speak, Jillian only nodded. Oh God, she was getting in way too deep here and part of her knew it. But somehow she couldn’t seem to stop—it just felt too good.
But it was about to feel even better. Kalis poured some more of the pink massage oil over her mound and then began to slowly, sensually massage it in. At first he concentrated on her pussy mound and the outer lips. But gradually, he began to slip his fingers into her wet depths, gently exploring her.
At the same time, he leaned over her and sucked her right nipple into his hot mouth. He began teasing it with his tongue, circling the tender peak as he was circling her aching clit below with one gentle fingertip.
“Oh…oh, God!” Jillian moaned breathlessly. She had forgotten there were other people in the room—forgotten that she really shouldn’t be doing this. All she could feel was the pleasure building inside her from the way Kalis was touching her. It was almost as though the big Kindred already knew her intimately—knew instinctively exactly how she liked and needed to be touched.
Jillian had never had a lover like this before—most men just fumbled around for a few minutes before wanting to get to the “main event” which, of course, was sex. But it seemed clear that with Kalis, her pleasure was the main event. He just wanted to make her come.
She moaned and arched her back again as he continued to stroke around and around the aching button of her clit while he sucked and licked her nipples. She was close—so close. She was going to come soon if he didn’t stop, but God, she didn’t want him to stop!
All her life Jillian had been reading romance books about heroines whose bodies “betrayed them” when it came to sex—losing control with the handsome hero and doing things they knew they shouldn’t do. She had always thought that was bullshit—just a literary device to make the sex scenes flow more smoothly.
But now, she was actually experiencing it herself. And oh, God—it felt amazing to just give up control and let the big Kindred take her where she needed to go.
“Kalis,” she moaned. “Oh God, I’m so close…so close! Don’t stop—right there!”