But she only nods again, strips her shift off and tosses it onto the floor, and then obediently gets on her back and puts her hands behind her knees, spreading her cunt wide and ready for me.
I stare. I can’t help it. It’s an arousing picture, and I’m fascinated by the sight of the rosy flush of her folds and the tufts of dark hair that frame them. She’s like a mesakkah female, but not quite. There’s subtle differences—the color and the hair for starters—but everything about her just seems a little more delicate, a little more…human. Erotic and yet unusual both at the same time.
I slide closer to her on the bed, wanting to push between those thighs and taste her. I can’t wait to see how she reacts when I touch her, and I lean in and glide my hand down the inside of one pale thigh.
She shivers, and then holds her legs wider.
It takes me a moment to realize that she’s not looking at me. Oh, her face is turned in my direction, but she’s got a distant expression that tells me that her body is here, but her mind is very, very far away. Experimentally, I run my thumb down the folds of her cunt. She’s dry as a bone. I’ve heard a lot about human females, but never that. I look up at her and her face is angled away slightly, staring at a spot over my shoulder.
This doesn’t feel like sex. This feels like rape. I don’t know if it’s because I’m so damned ugly that she has to look away or if it’s something else, but it doesn’t sit right with me.
I lean over her, pushing her thighs back down on the bed. I rest on my side, gazing down at her, and when she still won’t look me in the eye, I put my fingers on her chin and force her to meet my gaze. “Do you want this?”
Her brows furrow in that strange, alien way. “It’s just sex.”
“Then look at me when I touch you.”
“All right.” She gives me a faint smile but this time she meets my gaze. Her eyes are hiding a wealth of uncertainty, which is interesting to me. Does she normally not look her partners in the eye? Is it just me that she won’t look at, or do others care about nothing but a spread cunt? For some reason, that angers me. I fight it back, because now isn’t the time.
Instead, I watch her face as I slide my hand up and down her thigh again. She blinks a few times, but there’s no indication of pleasure. There’s no indication of fear, either. It’s like she’s completely distant.
I’ve never had a reluctant female in my bed before. Perhaps it’s my pride, but there’s something in me that wants to make this good for her. If she’s offering her body, the least I can do is pleasure it while I pleasure mine. So I stroke my hand between her thighs again, exploring her dry folds with a light touch. I find the entrance to her core, just like any other female, but when I move my fingers higher, I discover a rounded nub at the apex of her cunt. Her breath hitches when I touch it.
“What’s this?” I ask, curious.
“It’s a clit.” Her lips part and she shifts against me. “Have you never had sex before?”
“Not with a human,” I tell her, giving her my most charming smile…which probably isn’t all that charming anymore, not with the scars. “There’s a few differences, it seems.”
Her cheeks flush and her gaze darts away from mine.
I lift my hand and touch her cheek, reminding her to meet my eyes. “What spots are sensitive on a human?”
A flash of vulnerability crosses her face. “Why does it matter?”
She’s breaking my keffing heart. “It matters to me.” I skim my thumb over her full, pink bottom lip. “It’s no good if both of us don’t enjoy it. So show me which parts of this pretty little cunt like to be petted or if there’s something else I’m missing entirely.” I brush my fingers over her mouth one more time and then run my knuckles lightly down her throat, then between her tits. She’s trembling like a fawn under my touch, but that’s a better reaction than her earlier indifference, so I’ll take it.
“Well,” Piper says breathlessly after a moment. “You can…”
“Ah ah,” I murmur, gliding my fingers over her belly. “I said for you to show me, not tell me.”
Her lips part and she trembles again. “Vordigar,” she whispers. “I’m not sure…” And she trails off.
Does she think I’m going to let her get away after this? After she says my name so sweetly? I ache for her even harder than I did before. It’s the first time she’s said my name, I realize, and I want more of it. “I’m sure you can show me, Little Bit.”