She smells…really good, too. Not like soap or her clothes, but a different, natural scent that is all hers.
Ruth seems to be in no hurry to leave my embrace, and when I trail a hand up and down her spine in mimicry of her movements, she relaxes in my arms. I could swear she's…comfortable. Perhaps she was the one that needed the hug, I muse. Perhaps I'm not the only one having a bad week. "Ruth?"
"Mmm?" Her voice is husky and soft, and it makes my cock twitch in response.
"You said you…kissed me because the one I gave you was bad?"
She stiffens a little but doesn't move out of my arms. "Yeah. So?"
Do I want to break this fragile peace between us? I think I do. "So…I'm still a bad kisser. Perhaps I need more instruction."
37
STRAIK
Ruth gazes up at me, her eyes wide.
She looks ready to bolt, I decide. Panicked and ready to flee. For all of her seductive efforts, something tells me she doesn't expect to be taken up on them. Either that, or she's not thinking far enough ahead. Whatever it is, she doesn't look ready for my question. It makes me ache to see the wariness in her gaze as she regards my mouth.
Someone had this gorgeous, fiery creature in his arms and he abused her trust. He made her afraid. The thought makes me downright murderous. If I ever run across those men that opened up the pods, I'm going to make them hurt. Until then, I have to make sure Ruth doesn't run away from me. "If you're afraid of becoming too attached, I'll understand," I say casually. "My charms have that effect on females."
Her unease ebbs. Her lips form a hint of a smile, and then she looks at my mouth again. Ruth reaches up and touches my jaw, her expression thoughtful.
I lean in, just because I'm so much taller than her. I'm eager for her to touch me. To kiss me. To show me what the “real” kiss is supposed to be like. She kissed me earlier, of course, but that was far, far too brief. I need more. She hesitates, her gaze flicking up to my eyes. "You…you're not married, are you?"
I'm surprised at the question. "I have no romantic entanglements." Except for the infuriating, fascinating human female in my arms.
Ruth nods, and her fingers stroke along my jaw again. The light touch sends a shiver of pleasure up my spine. No one ever touches me just to touch me. This isn't entirely her idea—I'm still convinced she's trying to manipulate me in some fashion—but I'll take it. Those soft caresses make me ache, as does the fascination in her eyes when she looks up at me. It's almost like she sees something that she likes when she gazes on me.
Probably my imagination.
She licks her lips, flashing that pink tongue at me, and then moves in. Her lips brush over mine again, caressing, and I'm fascinated. I remain completely still, not wanting to scare her away, and let her kiss on me. Ruth's mouth moves against mine, pressing with light, feathery kisses that make my cock stir. I'm starting to understand why she didn't like the one I gave her. Ruth's kisses are gentle and fleeting, a promise instead of a conquest. I like it, I decide. It's light and soft and gentle, but I like it. I think of all the things I've heard about humans and how plas-film is encouraged when touching their mouths, and I wonder why. This is nice. This is pleasant.
Then, her hand steals up my neck, rubbing against the shorn stubble at the back of my head.
I groan, eyes closing, because kef me, that feels good. Her fingers feel amazing, dancing over my scalp and rubbing. She—
Ruth nips lightly at my lower lip.
I bite back a gasp, my mouth parting. The moment I do, her tongue steals into my mouth, flicking against my teeth. Stunned, I remain completely still, my hands clenching tight around her back. I want to grip her against me, but I worry it'll make her run. The last thing I keffing want is her running.
I want her tongue to tease mine again.
She scratches at the base of my skull again, sending that hot pleasure rushing through me once more, and as she does, her tongue teases into my mouth again. It brushes against mine, then darts away, as if she's shy, and Ruth pulls back.
"I…I've never done this, so tell me if I am out of line," I say quickly, practically tripping over my words. "Can I use my tongue on you, too? Or is that bad?"
Her eyes are shining, her lips lightly swollen and flushed pink from pressing against mine. "You can," she says softly. "Just—"
My eager mouth is over hers before she can finish her thoughts. I plunge into her mouth, plunging with my tongue, but I sense her pull away. Right. Fool, I remind myself. She likes soft and tender, not wild thrusting. I slow down, reminding myself that she has shown me just what she likes, and so I mimic her actions. I dart my tongue against the seam of her mouth, and tease with it instead of conquer.