“Just your jeans,” he suggested. “Why don’t you leave your panties on if you don’t want me to see too much?”
“Well…” Melli had shifted in his lap, a bit uncertainly. She wanted to do this, she realized. She wanted to reclaim this piece of her herself—and Liosh was offering to help her do it. “All right,” she said at last and, standing up, had wiggled out of her jeans so that she was wearing only her thin t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties.
“Gods…” Liosh’s pale blue eyes drank her in hungrily as she stood there in front of him only half dressed. “You’re so lovely, Talli,” he had murmured as his gaze traveled down her body and then back up again to her eyes. “Come back to me now and make yourself feel good.”
And that was how Melli found herself lying across his lap as he lapped and sucked her sensitive, bare nipples and she slid one hand into the lacy waistband of her panties.
At first she just cupped herself, marveling at how open and wet she felt under her own palm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this when she touched herself. Back when she had attempted to use the dilators, her pussy had felt tense and cold and dry—almost like a lump of hard, un-worked clay. Now she felt almost fluid—warm and responsive. And it was all thanks to Liosh and his slow campaign of sensual pleasure.
He had stopped sucking her nipples for a moment and asked,
“How does it feel, Talli? Does it feel good to touch yourself?”
“Yes,” she had whispered. “I…I never thought it would again but it does, Liosh. I…I like it, even though I’m only cupping myself.”
“Spread your pussy lips,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with desire for her. “Stroke inside your folds, Melinda. Reclaim this part of yourself.”
Moaning breathlessly, she did as he commanded, opening her outer pussy lips with her first and ring fingers and sliding her middle finger into her own wet depths.
The tingling shock of the pad of her finger making contact with her clit made her gasp and jerk her pelvis. God, that felt good! Even better than she remembered.
“Feels good?” Liosh asked her, his deep voice a sexy rumble.
“Y-yes,” Melli admitted, stroking carefully around the bud of her clit. “I’m just so…so sensitive.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Liosh murmured. “I’ll be certain to be very, very careful when I taste you there and run my tongue all over your wet folds.”
His dirty talk and the way he was looking at her as he spoke, made Melli shiver with desire.
“Are…are you going to do that now?” she asked, stroking herself again.
But Liosh had shaken his head.
“Not yet. You’re nearly ready but not quite. For tonight, I want you to explore your body, Talli. Relearn yourself and take back your pleasure. Tonight I just want you to make yourself come.”
Melli had bitten her lip.
“I…I don’t know if I can,” she’d confessed. “It’s been so long.”
“Just try,” Liosh had urged gently. “Stroke your soft little pussy, sweetheart. Give yourself pleasure below while I give you pleasure above. Even if you can’t come, at least you can re-learn how good it feels to try and reach the peak.”
“O…okay,” Melli had agreed. “But…keep talking to me, Liosh,” she’d begged. “I…I think it helps when you talk to me.”
“You mean when I tell you how beautiful you look in my lap, wearing nothing but those little pink panties while you touch yourself?” he growled softly. “Or how hard the scent of your hot little pussy makes me? Or how I can’t wait to lap between your legs and taste it for myself…”
Melli had moaned and arched in his lap, loving the sound of his deep voice saying naughty things while she stroked and caressed her aching clit with one careful fingertip. His warm scent seemed to surround her with safety and comfort and his hooded gaze on her body as she touched herself let her know how perfectly beautiful and desirable she was. Everything about the big Kindred spoke of safety and love and commitment and desire.
Feeling so beautiful and loved allowed Melli to drive out the fear and pain that had haunted her for so long and finally give in to desire.
In a surprisingly short time, she’d felt her pleasure building to a peak. Her fingers flew faster and faster over the aching bud of her clit and before she knew it, she was experiencing the first orgasm she’d had in years.
“Oh…oh!” she had gasped, arching in Liosh’s arms. “Oh, Liosh…Liosh, I’m coming!”
“Of course you are, Talli,” he had murmured encouragingly. “Go on and come—let the pleasure take you—you worked hard for this, enjoy it.”
Melli had enjoyed it—thoroughly. Which was why she was so surprised when, after the pleasure faded, she burst into tears.
But Liosh hadn’t seemed to think it was strange or unusual for her to be crying out in pleasure one minute and then sobbing on his chest the next. He only held her close and murmured in her ear,
“It’s all right, Talli—let it out. Just let it all out.”
“I…I don’t know why I’m crying,” Melli had whispered at last, after the sobs slowed down to sniffles. “That felt amazing.”
“A physical release often triggers an emotional release,” Liosh told her. “It’s all right, Melinda—some tears are healing.”
And he seemed to be right. After her orgasm and the mini-breakdown that went with it, Melli had felt amazingly free and relaxed. She had nestled against Liosh’s broad chest as he sucked her fingers clean, clearly relishing her flavor, and then taken her to bed where he could cuddle her all night long.
They had woken up in the middle of the night and repeated the process, only this time Melli had taken off her panties and let him watch as she touched and stroked herself. It had helped that they didn’t have to turn on the light for him to see her—his Kindred night vision was
