“I wasn’t trying to say that exactly, I was just letting you know what I believe…how I was raised…Oh, Hell.” Trin sighed unhappily. “Now I’ve offended you. I’m sorry.”
“Not offended, exactly…” He sighed also and shifted on the bed. “Just confirmed what I already knew, that’s all.”
“I’m sorry,” Trin said again. “Look, maybe I should just scoot over and let you be.” She started to scoot to the far side of the bed but Thrace stopped her.
“You think I’ll let you freeze all night just because of what you said?” he demanded. “I’m not that vindictive. And considering that most of your people wouldn’t give a damn whether they offended a lowly male or not, I’m willing to forgive you.”
“Thank you,” Trin said a little stiffly. “I just want us to know where we stand.”
“Don’t you mean where we lay?” he rumbled, a half laugh in his deep voice.
“Exactly.” Feeling better now that they’d clarified things, Trin snuggled closer to his warmth. The top half of her was toasty warm but her hips and legs and feet were beginning to be cold again. She shifted, trying to get a little closer and felt something hard brush her thigh again. “Oh!” She drew back a little, though not as much as before.
“Sorry,” he said roughly. “I’m trying to keep back.”
“No…it’s all right.” Trin bit her lip. “I’m just…the bottom half of me is getting really cold.”
“Well, you can come closer if you want but I can’t promise not to have a hard-on,” Thrace rumbled. “Just because lying here holding you isn’t sexual for you doesn’t mean it’s not for me. You’re too beautiful and too close. I can’t fucking help it.”
“What if I put my back to you again?” Trin turned over on her other side. Somehow it seemed safer that way—though she couldn’t say why.
“Works for me.” He pulled her to him, nestling her into the curve of his big, hard body.
Trin settled back against him, feeling the planes of his flat chest against her back, his long legs against the backs of her thighs…and the hard ridge of his shaft pressing directly against her ass.
It felt odd at first and she wiggled, trying to get more comfortable. This elicited a low groan from Thrace. She stopped at once.
“Did I hurt you? I was just trying to get settled.”
“No, you didn’t hurt me. Not in the way you mean, anyway.” His voice had that slightly strangled quality to it again.
“How then? Does it hurt when I, uh, touch it?” Trin asked.
“Does it hurt when you touch your pussy?” he asked roughly. “Hell no, it doesn’t hurt. It just feels so good it’s a little bit painful…if that makes any sense.”
“Not really,” Trin said doubtfully. “I’ve never felt a pleasure that was so good it was painful.”
“Then you’ve never been pleasured properly,” he murmured. “Never had a partner who knows exactly how and where to touch your body to make you moan and gasp for more. Who knows how to make you beg them to stop and to never stop in the same breath.”
“I…don’t know what you mean,” Trin murmured but his words made her feel strange inside—things low in her body seemed to clench.
“I know you don’t, baby. Sorry…Mistress,” he corrected himself. “I can’t really explain it if you’ve never felt it. Unless you want me to show you what I mean?”
“If you mean by touching me, that wouldn’t be right and you know it,” Trin murmured, her heart racing. “But…” She cleared her throat, knowing she should stop but not quite being able to. “But you can tell me. Tell me what you would show me if you could.”
“You want me to talk dirty to you, Mistress?” His voice was a low growl. “Is that it? Because I’ll be more than happy to do that if you want.”
“I…don’t know about that,” Trin hedged. She felt a little guilty about the situation she was in but honestly, it wasn’t like he was doing anything but holding her…and talking. Surely there couldn’t be any harm in that—could there? “Just tell me what you’d do if…if it wasn’t improper,” she said.
“Mmm, with pleasure.” He settled her closer against him. “Well, the first thing I’d do is pull off that thin little night dress of yours so I could feel your naked body against me, skin-to-skin,” he murmured, low in her ear. “Then I’d cup these sweet, luscious breasts in my hands and tease your nipples nice and slow.” As he spoke, one large hand drifted over the front of her night dress, his fingertips just barely brushing the aching peaks of her nipples as if in illustration.
Trin bit her lip and tightened her grip on the remote, which she was still holding in one hand. But his touch was so light, so fleeting, she felt she could hardly complain. Instead of pressing the pain button on the remote she whispered, “Go on.”
“Then I’d roll you over on your back and take my time sucking and kissing your nipples,” he murmured. “I’d nip you…very lightly, then kiss them to take away the sting. Then suck as much of your ripe breasts into my mouth as I could—suck hard—to let you know how much I want you.”
“You…you would?” Trin whispered rather breathlessly.
“Hell, yes I would,” he murmured. “And I wouldn’t stop there. After I sucked your ripe nipples a good long time, I’d start working my way down your chest and belly until I got to the sweet spot—right between your thighs.”
His big hand brushed lightly across her mound, making her jump and bite back a moan.
“And then?” Trin managed to ask. She knew the mental images he was painting with his deep, growling voice shouldn’t be turning her on. But somehow, even though she knew it wasn’t proper to be sexually stimulated by a male, she was. In fact, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt this hot and bothered. Her nipples were aching at the tips of her breasts and her pussy felt hot and swollen and positively liquid with desire.
“Then I’d spread your thighs and taste you,” he murmured in her ear. “Have you ever been tasted before, Trin? Back when you were trying to see if you liked it with other females?”
“No, we…” Trin cleared her throat. “No, I never got that far.”
“Then I would be your first.” There was a definite note of interest in his low, growling voice. “So I’d have to be gentle…ease you into it.”
“Into what?” Trin knew it was wrong to want to hear more and yet she couldn’t help it—she wanted to hear more. No, scratch that—she needed to hear more.
“Into having your pussy licked,” Thrace murmured. He pulled her even closer against him so that she could feel the long, hard ridge of his shaft nestling right between her buttocks. “I’d kiss you first,” he went on, before she could say anything. “Kiss you like I was kissing your mouth—long and soft and sweet to warm you up and get you ready. Then when you were moaning and sliding your hips all around the bed, I’d spread you open and taste all your sweet juices.”
“Oh…I mean, you would?” Trin was getting so hot now she could barely stand it. The desire growing between her legs was getting to be too much. She felt like she had to do something to relieve it soon or she would explode.
“You know I would,” Thrace told her. “I’d love to spread your pussy open and kiss and lick and taste you.”
“Oh!” Trin wiggled against him, feeling helplessly hot as the thick rod of his shaft poked her from behind. “I think…I wish…”
“You wish what?” he growled softly.
“I wish I had my clitoral stimulator, but no…” She bit her lip. What had she been thinking, saying such a thing aloud? But Thrace seemed to understand and approve of her need.
“You don’t need a stimulator, baby,” he murmured. “Just use your fingers. I’d offer to do it myself but I know you think it wouldn’t be ‘proper.’”
“Touching myself while you talk to me wouldn’t be proper either,” Trin pointed out, breathing hard.
“It might not be proper but making yourself come might get rid of the last of the passion berry wine,” Thrace told her. “It would sure as hell help, anyway.”
“It would?” Suddenly Trin began to see things in a new light.
“Uh-huh—flush it right out of your system,” he promised. “So go ahead baby, touch yourself. There’s only the two of us here, alone in the dark. Who cares if it’s proper?”