When she finally looked up, Whelon’s eyes were dark and shimmering, the darkest she had ever seen, like the edge of night. Was he angry at her past?
“I can’t—I mean, I don’t—”
“Take your time, Sasha,” he whispered, no hint of censure or fury in his tone or the gentle way he touched her. She could feel him growing harder beneath her, but he made no move to start anything sexual. She could feel the thrill of having her close emanating from him, the excitement that he finally had the one physical partner he could share himself with. It was enough and he would never push for more if she didn’t want it, as well.
“I want to hear every thought in your mind,” he said softly, leaning in to brush a gentle kiss across her lips. “I want the real Sasha. All of her. Every feeling, every thought, every memory. I want you.”
Sasha cleared her throat and nodded before bringing her eyes up to meet his again. “Intimacy, Whelon. I’ve never had it. I don’t understand it. In a lot of ways, this really upsets me.”
“Why?” He hated anything that upset her. Anything.
“Because this is different!” she cried. “This is not some quick bang at a party or doing my ‘duty’ as a girlfriend—”
“Duty?” Smoke escaped his nose but after being bathed in his fire, a little smoke was nothing to worry over.
“All I had to do was close my eyes and they would just… do it. That’s how it works. Women don’t feel much anyway, or so I’ve read. I didn’t think my experience was that unusual. I knew some people had incredible orgasms, but I figured it was with one partner over a long period of time. I didn’t think I would get the opportunity.”
“Sasha, are you scared?” She nodded and he continued. “We don’t have to do anything. We can stop right now.”
She heard the conviction, the surety and promise, in his tone and shook her head in denial. “I want you. Can’t you feel how much I want you? Through our bond?”
He nodded, leaned close to put his cheek to her chest and then gripped her arms and stood. While she squealed in alarm, he turned and put her on the bed.
“Since your experience is to let it happen and I want you to be openly enthusiastic, we are going to have trouble communicating and I don’t want that. How about you lie back and let me touch you, like a massage? We can stop at any time.”
Sasha nodded and closed her eyes, her muscles tight and shaky, and she really wished Whelon would just do it and get the first time over with. She knew she would loosen up in time. Her body definitely wanted him, but more than just Sasha’s mind fought against the closeness of the act.
When Whelon touched her body, she realized she had underestimated him wholly. She had forgotten he was a healer and that his touch was skilled and precise. He began at her shoulders, slowly running his fingertips across her arms in a barely there caress that gave her a shivery, pleasant feeling.
He continued making long, sweeping motions down her sides and all the way to her long legs. His hands soothed the tight muscles that were still wound up from the stress of the recent days. She kept her eyes closed and relaxed fully, moaning softly as Whelon ran his hands over her flesh.
When he returned to her shoulders, he traced her collarbone in light, teasing touches. He swept his hands across her breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples, the hard nubs aching for more of his touch. She sighed, a huge release of tension as the breathless sound left her lips. She had been so wound up that she hadn’t realized her chest was so tight she could hardly draw breath.
He returned to her legs, trailing his fingers over her hipbones, and then traced the edges of the cleft where it began near her loins and thigh. Sasha opened her legs from her hips, encouraging him lower still.
“You can stop me at any time, shaa kouva…” he murmured gently. Then he settled between her spread legs and ran his hands over her thighs several times before leaning down and pressing his lips to her throbbing clit.
Sasha moaned, her body writhing on the bed as she gripped a sheet tightly in one fist and twisted the fabric. No one had gone down on her before, and her sexual experience was merely a quick poke, no extra positions or foreplay.
I didn’t know… I didn’t know!
A long, drawn-out moan escaped her as Whelon searched inside her center with his tongue. He lapped at her, sending her to the edge with light, gentle touches. Then, when she felt as if she couldn’t take the torture for another second, he grabbed her thighs, dragged her even closer to him, and opened his mouth over her clit.
As his lips pressed firmly around the bundle of nerves, he punished the little nub with the flat of his tongue, alternating with flicks of the tip. Sasha screamed, crushing the sheets in both fists. She bucked her hips up and down and Whelon kept his hold, forcing her to remain pressed to his mouth while his tongue and lips worked her over.
He ran his tongue down the crease and then he darted into the deepest edges of her pussy. As he pleasured her around the delicate inner lips and soft entrance, she felt herself sagging against the bed, her strength leaving her. She didn’t have anything left to react with, a deep ringing inside her stealing her body away.
It flooded through her, not just her pussy, but inside her,
