“You look so beautiful. So untouched,” he murmured as he lay down next to her. Like the statue he had compared her to earlier but warm and full of life.
“Untouched? I assure you I’m very touchable.”
Something had changed. Her voice was still sultry, but it sounded… off. He raised his head as she rolled towards him and slid a determined hand towards his cock.
“What’s wrong?” he asked.
“Nothing. Don’t you want me to touch you?”
More than anything. But her beautiful face was no longer soft and open. Watching her carefully, he curved his hand over a small breast, stroking his thumb back and forth across a taut, rosy nipple until her eyelids fluttered shut. Better.
He let his fingers skate lightly down across her stomach, feeling the delicate skin quivering at his touch, until he hovered over her bare mound. She gasped as he cupped the soft flesh, letting her feel the warmth of his hand but making no attempt to part her thighs. Still studying her face, he waited until her cheeks flushed, until her hips subtly lifted into him and her legs parted, before sliding a careful finger into the hidden warmth.
Slick heat met his touch, and he breathed a silent sigh of relief. Her body was responding to him—now he just had to make sure that her mind was equally engaged. He wanted to tell her how beautiful she was, how soft, how perfect, but it had been his compliment that made her freeze. Instead, he would show her with his body.
Letting his hand rest between her legs, he watched her even as he lowered his head until he could pull a tempting little nipple into his mouth. Her eyes flew open at the touch of his lips but she didn’t protest, didn’t pull away. He sucked gently on the enticing little nub until he felt her relax. His cock throbbed hungrily, but he ignored it, moving leisurely from one nipple to the other until both were pink and swollen, gleaming from his kisses.
Her legs were still parted, and he began stroking the delicate folds with the same slow, careful attention he had paid to her breasts. The sweet perfume of her arousal filled the habitat, and his head swam. More than anything he had wanted in a very long time, he wanted to taste her, to feel her delicate body shudder with pleasure at his touch, but he would not rush her.
When she murmured impatiently and lifted her hips again, he finally abandoned her breasts and began kissing his way down her stomach. He felt her tense, saw her eyes fly open.
“What… what are you doing?”
“I’m going to taste you, love.”
“But I was going to go down on you.” She sounded so shocked he couldn’t help but smile.
“Later,” he promised. “Right now, I just want to explore this sweet little pussy.”
A fresh wave of heat met his fingers, and he smiled again as he continued his journey. So she liked some of his words. He looked forward to finding out just which ones she liked the most, but for right now, heaven awaited. He paused for the briefest instant to admire the sight that met his eyes. She was as perfect here as she was elsewhere, her delicate folds flushed pink and glistening in the soft light of the habitat. He wanted to linger, but as soon as his hands stilled she began to tense.
He could remedy that.
She cried out as he took a long, satisfying lick, his tongue sweeping from her impossibly small entrance to the swollen pearl half-hidden at the top of her slit. Her taste exploded in his mouth, and he groaned with pleasure. Her hands clutched his head, but she was pulling him closer, not pushing him away, and he gave into enjoyment as he explored her tantalizing flesh. He probed at her small entrance, circled her quivering nub, licked and teased until she was writhing beneath him. Carefully pushing her legs further apart, he concentrated on her clit, stroking it relentlessly as he slowly inserted a finger into her tight little channel. He felt her flutter around him and curled his finger against her inner wall as he pressed down with his tongue.
A startled cry escaped her lips as her body tightened, milking his finger in long pulsing waves that almost caused his own climax to erupt. He kept his mouth on her, prolonging the pleasure until her body softened. When he looked up, a soft smile curved her lips but her eyes were closed and as he watched, a single tear escaped.
“Serena, what’s wrong?” he asked, horrified. He thought he had read her reactions correctly, but why was she crying? “Did I do something you didn’t like?”
Her eyes opened, tears shimmering in the crystal blue. “No, John. You did everything right. I just…” Before his eyes, her face changed and he saw her distance herself from him. “I’m just tired. I think I’ll go to sleep now.”
His chest ached but there was a part of him that understood her withdrawal. When you were hurt often enough, you learned to erect walls. She would have to learn that he wasn’t going to hurt her.
“You should eat something first,” he said quietly.
“In the morning.” She wiggled away and he let her go, no matter how much he wanted to protest. He politely turned his head as she started to dress, then he heard her sigh. “This is silly. I don’t really want to sleep in my clothes.”
He reached over and handed her his discarded shirt. “Would you prefer this?”
“I… Yes, thank you.”
When he turned back, he wondered if she realized that she was even more delectable dressed in his clothing. The dark color set off her pale skin and the oversized shirt made her look even more delicate and desirable, but more than that, the sight of her wrapped in his shirt awakened a surge of possessive desire. My woman. Sternly suppressing his reaction, he handed her a
