Total pages in book: 94
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 88235 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 441(@200wpm)___ 353(@250wpm)___ 294(@300wpm)
So though he would occasionally pinch or twist her nipples or rub roughly between her thighs to “get her ready” for sex, he had never once in their entire marriage taken the time to focus just on Vicky—just on her pleasure. And that was exactly what the big Kindred was doing now.
She moaned and writhed under him, her fingers carding through his long, wild hair as he let her healed right nipple slip from his lips and moved over to take the left peak in his mouth. He lapped the sensitive little nub eagerly and then began drawing circles around it with his hot tongue, all the while tugging gently at her right nipple and making Vicky feel like she was on fire with pleasure.
She arched her back. God, she didn’t know how much more of this she could take! It felt so good and her body was so hungry for what Chain was giving her. She almost felt like she could come, just from his mouth on her breasts.
He pulled back at last, panting a little, his eyes drowning deep with lust.
“I think you’re healed now, Victoria.” His voice was a hungry growl. “Though you appear to be in some pain down below.”
“What…what do you mean?” Vicky looked up at him uncertainly.
“I mean your little pussy—it’s throbbing, isn’t it?” he murmured, holding her eyes with his. “Your little clit is so hot and sensitive you can hardly stand it.”
“How…how do you know that?” Vicky demanded, pressing her legs together nervously. “I never told you that!”
“No, but your body did,” he pointed out. “It’s in the way you’re bucking your hips and moving your pelvis in those hot little grinding circles. Letting me suck your ripe nipples has stoked the fire of your need and now you ache with unrequited lust.”
“I…I’ll be fine,” Vicky panted.
Chain raised an eyebrow at her.
“Fine but unfulfilled. And I’d bet my next payday that’s the way you’ve lived your whole life. Is that really how you want to go on?”
Vicky frowned at him.
“If you’re suggesting that I’m so hot I have no choice but to have sex with you—”
“No, no,” he said quickly, raising his hands in a gesture of negation. “No, I won’t even touch you if you don’t want me to, Victoria. But that shouldn’t prevent you from touching yourself.”
“Touching…myself? You mean, while you watch?” Vicky asked.
His eyes were heavy lidded as he propped himself on one elbow to look at her.
“If you like, beautiful Victoria. I would be happy to witness your pleasure—even though I would rather be the cause of it myself.”
Vicky bit her lip. She knew it was dreadfully old-fashioned of her, but she’d always regarded masturbation as something intensely private—not even to be shared with her husband—when she’d had one. Of course, it wasn’t like Kevin had ever asked her to masturbate in front of him, like Chain was asking her to do. The idea of touching herself while the big Kindred watched was both appallingly embarrassing…and incredibly erotic.
“You don’t have to take off the cloak if you’re shy,” he murmured encouragingly. “Just slip your hand down between your thighs and cup your hot little pussy. Pretend it’s my hand, if it makes you feel better.”
Strangely, it did. Vicky had been raised in a strict household with a lot of sexual guilt—which was possibly why she had never demanded more from her sex life with Kevin when they’d been married. It had seemed wrong to ask for more—wrong to want that deep, aching pleasure that felt so good it must be bad.
“Do you want to do it?” Chain asked softly. “Or would you rather not? We’re going at your speed here, sweetheart. If you want to put on the brakes, that’s perfectly all right.”
“I do want to do it. I just…its hard to get started,” Vicky admitted. God, she still couldn’t believe she was doing this! But somehow she seemed to have come too far to stop.
“Let me help you then.” Chain lay on his side and put his arm under her, so that Vicky’s head was pillowed on his muscular bicep. His big body was so warm against hers and she found that she was nuzzling closer, loving the heat of the big Kindred as well as his spicy fragrance. Covering her hand with his much larger one, he slipped both sets of fingers into the crimson cloak and slid downward until Vicky was touching her pussy.
She could feel the big Kindred’s hand over hers—could feel the heat of him surrounding her—but he was only touching her fingers, not anything else.
“Now,” Chain murmured in her ear, “Part those sweet pussy lips and find your clit for me.”
Vicky did as he asked, her breath catching in her throat as her fingers dived into her slippery folds and found the aching little bud at her center.