Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
“Hmm, you left that part out,” Slade rumbled. “And what exactly is this ‘Kiss of Pleasure?’”
“It’s where she…she puts her mouth on his shaft to make it wet,” I explained. I could feel my face getting hot and I wished I wasn’t pressed naked against him during this particular conversation—it was embarrassing! “So you see, the wife doesn’t have to be wet as long as she gets her husband’s shaft wet,” I ended triumphantly. That ought to prove that we weren’t as backwards as Slade seemed to think.
But when he answered, he didn’t sound impressed.
“So it’s not considered demeaning for the wife to put her mouth on her husband’s body but it’s wrong and dirty for him to put his mouth on hers,” he said flatly.
“Yes, but the point is, he’s not, er, ‘going in dry,’ as you put it,” I pointed out.
“Yes, he fucking is. Her giving him a blow job before he fucks her isn’t a service to her—it’s just more pleasure for him,” Slade argued.
“I don’t know about that,” I objected. “I don’t think—”
“You know what I think?” he interrupted. “I think all this fucking nonsense you’ve been taught about how it’s ‘wrong’ and ‘dirty’ for a male to put his mouth on his wife’s body is just something the males on your home world made up because they’re fucking lazy. Too lazy to give their Mates pleasure.”
“Oh and I guess that Brutes aren’t lazy because they want to lick their wives all over?” I demanded.
“It’s not about that with us—it’s The Thirst,” he growled. “The need to give our woman pleasure—to taste her sweet pussy and drink her juices—to make her come.” His voice dropped to a low growl and his golden eyes went half-lidded in the dark. “Just like you need to come right now, Princess.”
“I don’t…don’t know what you mean by that,” I said, my words coming out breathless and uncertain.
“Then why don’t you let me show you? With my fingers—not my mouth,” he added, when I began to protest.
“Well…” I squeezed my thighs together and felt a bolt of pleasure/pain shoot through me. My little clit was definitely getting more swollen and achy—I couldn’t deny it. “What about my nipples though?” I asked, trying to change the subject.
“Will you let me suck them?” Slade asked. “If you won’t then I can’t help you.”
“I don’t know…” I bit my lip, squirming restlessly against him as I battled with my guilt.
“Goddess damn it, Princess—if you keep rubbing your curvy little body against me like that I’m going to fucking lose it!” Slade’s voice was rough and hungry. “Let me prove it to you—let me suck one of your nipples so you can see how much better it feels.”
I wavered on the edge of indecision.
“Do you promise to stop if I ask you to?” I asked at last.
“Yes.” Slade blew out a breath but I couldn’t tell if he was exasperated with my hesitation or relieved that I was finally agreeing to let him taste me—or at least taste my nipples. Possibly it was a combination of the two. “Yes, baby, I can stop myself—I won’t hurt you,” he promised in a low voice.
“Because all my life I’ve heard that once a man gets started…doing, you know, sexual things, that he can’t stop,” I said. It was one reason my mother had been so upset when she heard about me kissing Jonas in the Royal Garden.
“Don’t you know that men are like wild beasts?” she’d demanded, glaring at me. “Once they start down that path, there’s no going back for them! Even a simple kiss can lead to the loss of your virtue and your reputation!”
“Some males might claim that—if you ask me, it’s just an excuse for rape,” Slade said flatly, cutting into my train of thought. “Any male of worth can stop himself at any time. He might not want to, but he can. I can.”
His words rang with sincerity and when I looked up, I saw the same emotion burning in his eyes. I was tired of fighting with him and my nipples really hurt. I decided to just give in.
“All right,” I said at last. “Go ahead then—taste me, Slade. Make me feel better.”
“I will, baby. Just relax…here, let’s get you comfortable.”
He repositioned us so he was lying on his side and I was on my back, with my head pillowed on one of his biceps. It felt like warm, flexible steel beneath my head.
Slade was looming over me in the darkness and for a moment I felt afraid. Then he cupped my cheek in one hand and leaned down to kiss me.
I had been expecting him to go right for my breasts, so the soft kiss was surprising. My heart started pounding and before I knew it, I was kissing him back eagerly, tasting his familiar cinnamon flavor and even reaching up to run my hands over his curving horns and through his thick hair.