It was like his scent—fresh and clean and yet warm and comforting, too. She loved it—loved tasting him while he tasted her, their mouths meshing and tongues entwining. Liosh kissed her and touched her as though she was precious—priceless—and he never went further than she wanted or pushed for more than she was ready to give.
The way he treated her made Melinda feel not just loved but cherished—protected and cared for in a way she had never been before, not even as a child. And little by little, she began to want more.
After they had been kissing for a while, she had begun to want him to touch her. Not under her clothes—not yet—but Liosh seemed to understand that. For when she moved one of his big hands to cup her breast, he stroked her lightly over her t-shirt, stimulating her nipple gently through the thin cotton of her shirt and the material of her bra, making Melinda arch against him as the surprising sensations of sexual pleasure that had been so-long absent from her body began to return.
The next night she hadn’t worn a bra at all and when she invited Liosh’s big hands to go roving, the sensation of his warm fingers sliding around her sensitive tips with nothing but the thin, worn cotton between them made her gasp in pleasure. He had done that for what seemed like hours, slowly stroking her nipples as he kissed her deeply, until Melli was practically writhing in his lap in pleasure and need.
God, it felt so good to be touched like that—caressed and pleasured so slowly and carefully! It was almost as though Liosh knew exactly what speed she needed to go sexually and kept himself strictly in line to avoid frightening or triggering her.
When he had first proposed trying to heal her, Melli had assumed he meant to try immediately, and she had been rather dreading the frightening intimacy of his mouth between her legs.
Now, she found she was looking forward to it.
Only the night before, they had been talking about it as Melli got used to the idea of letting him taste her.
“Tell me,” she’d asked, after they had been kissing while Liosh slowly stroked her nipples through her t-shirt. “How are you going to, er, heal me without uh, cutting me with your fangs? I mean, not that you won’t be careful, I’m sure, but they seem so long and sharp and that’s kind of a delicate area.”
In fact, she knew how long and sharp they were—she had been tracing them with her tongue only a moment before—a dangerous but extremely pleasurable pastime.
Liosh had given her a smile.
“Don’t you believe I can be careful with my fangs by now, Talli? Maybe you need a demonstration.”
“A demonstration?” Melli’s breath seemed to catch in her throat and she felt a little surge of anticipatory pleasure. “What…what exactly do you mean?”
“Well, maybe I can show you how gentle I can be with certain…delicate areas,” Liosh suggested.
“What…what areas?” She was a little afraid—but a lot intrigued. Was he finally going to try healing her now?
“Not where you’re thinking—not yet,” Liosh had told her, making her feel both relieved and disappointed. “But what about if I kissed you here?”
His long fingers had traced the hard point of her right nipple, a questioning look in his eyes.
Melli had trembled with need under his touch but she knew she finally felt ready to feel his tongue on her.
“Yes,” she whispered and she had lifted her shirt and taken it off, baring her breasts for him.
Liosh’s pale blue eyes went half-lidded as he drank in the sight of her sitting topless in his lap.
“Gods, Talli, your breasts are so beautiful,” he said hoarsely. “Thank you for trusting me enough to bare them.”
“You…you’re welcome.” Melli had smiled at him tentatively. After the attack she had felt ugly…disgusting. But the way Liosh looked at her made her feel like a goddess—beautiful…desirable…worthy of worship.
And that was exactly what he had proceeded to do. Slowly, gently, he had worshiped her breasts with his mouth, lapping carefully around the hard points of her nipples, drawing out her pleasure until she was panting and moaning before finally sucking the ripe peaks into his mouth. And though Melli felt the sharp points of his fangs bracketing each tender peak as he sucked and pleasured her, Liosh had never once even scratched her.
He was indeed, very good at being careful and gentle. So good that Melli had almost told him she was ready to be healed that night. But though the tender way he kissed and licked and sucked her ripe nipples aroused her and made her pussy feel wet and ready for the first time, well, ever that she could remember, she still hadn’t felt quite ready to take that next step.
Nor had Liosh pushed her. He had taken what seemed like forever just licking and sucking her until she was squirming in his lap, feeling like her jeans were too tight as their seam rubbed against her sensitive clit.
At last he had looked up at her, his eyes dilated almost to black with desire.
“I can scent your heat, Melinda,” he had murmured, locking gazes with her. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
“Do…something about it?” Melli had looked at him uncertainly. “I don’t…don’t know what you mean.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” Liosh suggested. “Bring yourself pleasure below while I bring it above?”
The thought hadn’t occurred to Melli, who hadn’t masturbated since the attack. Self-pleasure just hadn’t occurred to her at all for years—it wasn’t even on her radar. But now that the sexual side of her was awake again, she remembered that she had enjoyed touching herself—enjoyed it very much—before the awful night of her Junior Prom.
Still, she had never done it in front of anyone before and the thought made her feel a little embarrassed.
“What just…take off my jeans and panties and start…start touching myself in front of you?” she’d asked Liosh, her voice sounding high and
