“Thrace…” She bit her lip, tensing her thighs.
“Just a kiss at first,” he reminded her soothingly. “Just an obeisance. But I need you to be open so that I can kiss you properly. As you were last night, remember?”
The reminder that they had already done this the night before put Trin somewhat at ease.
“All right,” she whispered, feeling some of the tension in her legs ease. Thrace must have felt it too because he leaned forward and nuzzled her inner thigh very gently with his cheek.
Trin moaned softly at the scratch of his stubble against her tender flesh. It felt good—as though he was igniting her nerves, getting her ready for the fire he was going to set with his mouth.
“So fucking gorgeous,” she heard him mutter hoarsely, and then he kissed her as softly as he had the night before.
As it had been last night, the kiss was soft and reverent…but this one was much deeper. This time she didn’t sense that he was trying to hold back from licking or tasting her. She felt his tongue, hot and wet and eager, press fully against her open slit as he kissed her. The sensation sent shivers of desire through her whole body and she trembled under his mouth, her nipples tightening into tight points of pure desire.
When he pulled back, his mouth was already wet and shiny with her juices. His eyes were half-lidded, almost drugged with need.
“Gods, Mistress…” He licked his lips, his voice a hoarse growl. “You’re so delicious. Did that feel good?”
“You know it did.” Trin found that her hips were thrusting, making little wanting motions towards his mouth that she didn’t seem to have any control over. Now that she’d finally felt his tongue on her in this most sensitive area, her body was going into overdrive. “I need more,” she confessed, half ashamed but unable to deny her need.
“I do too. So much more.” His eyes blazed. “Are you ready to let me kiss you deeper now? To spread your pussy open and taste your clit?”
Trin bit her lip. “All right,” she whispered. “Yes, I…I want that.”
“Good. Relax, Mistress.” He stroked her thighs again soothingly though his eyes were still filled with lust. “Let me pay a special obeisance to the center of your pleasure.”
Trin watched as he spread her even wider, his broad shoulders pressing against her inner thighs and his thumbs opening her until there were no secrets left. Her inner pussy was berry dark and wet with honey and the little button of her clit stood out prominently, throbbing with need, as though begging for his special attention.
“Beautiful,” he whispered, and bent to kiss her again.
This time he concentrated directly on her clit, placing a hot, open-mouthed kiss on the swollen little bump and tracing it gently with the tip of his tongue.
Trin gasped as jagged spikes of pleasure flashed through her and then he sucked the sensitive little bundle of nerves into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, licking until she couldn’t hold still, couldn’t keep her hips from moving up to meet him. A sensation was building inside her…a need that was filling her up. As he continued to lick and suck her clit, her breath began coming harder and faster and she knew she was getting close.
“Thrace…” she moaned, her hips bucking to his rhythm. “Oh, Goddess…that feels…”
“Feels good, doesn’t it?” he said, pulling away to Trin’s disappointment. “And you’re already getting close—I can feel it in the way you’re tensing up.”
“Yes,” she admitted, halfway ashamed. Goddess, he hadn’t even been kissing her pussy for two minutes and already she was almost at the peak!
“That’s good—I love that you’re so turned on. So close. But I don’t want you to come yet.” Thrace kissed her inner thigh gently. “Not until I’m ready to put the shaft inside you. The hotter you are, the easier it’ll be to get it in. But first, I need to lick you open.”
Trin felt her breath catch in her throat.
“You mean, put your tongue…”
“Deep in your pussy, yes baby,” he murmured, kissing her other thigh. “So I need you to lean back and open yourself just as wide as you can. Remember, the deeper I can get inside you, the easier it will be later when you need to wear the phallus.”
“All right.”
Trin bit her lip. This was it. In a moment, she could no longer call herself one of the Unpenetrated. And yet, though she felt some trepidation and, far in the back of her mind, deep guilt, the emotion that was strongest was need…desire. She wanted to feel him in her, even though she knew she shouldn’t. “Thrace,” she whispered. “Please…”
“I know what you need, baby,” he murmured. “And I’m going to give it to you…all of it. But I need you even more open…like this.” He lifted her legs and put them over his shoulders, raising her hips and supporting her with his hands under her bottom.
“Oh…” Trin was surprised at how much more open this new position made her. Her pelvis was tilted up now, giving the big Havoc direct access to her entrance.
“Gods, this part of your body is so sweet and soft,” Thrace murmured. Leaning down, he traced the opening to her body—which was still tightly shut—very gently with the tip of his tongue.
Trin gasped and shivered. In me. Oh Goddess, he’s going to go inside me now!
But he didn’t. Instead he looked into her eyes while he leaned down to kiss her clit again. When he looked up he said, “You’re not ready yet.”
“But…I thought you said I was.”
“You almost are.” He kissed her little pearl once more, making her shiver. “Before I do this, before I penetrate you, I want to give you a little more pleasure. Or rather, I want you to pleasure yourself on me.”
“What…what do you mean?” Trin’s voice came out high and breathless—she couldn’t help it.
“I mean, I’m going to press my tongue against your pussy and hold it there—just hold it steady. And you work yourself against me—rub your soft little cunt into my face. Get right up to the edge but don’t come…not yet.”
“I…don’t know about this.” Trin felt uncertain.
“You can do it.” Thrace licked her slowly, letting the tip of his tongue tease delicately around her entrance and even dip down to press very lightly against her there, almost entering her for a moment before pulling back. “Use me for your pleasure, Mistress. Make me earn your approval,” he growled softly.
Trin understood what he was doing—putting her in control of the situation. Letting her take things as far as she wanted them to go before he finally took over again. She loved how he was able to mix things up—to make her feel strong and powerful in one moment when he called her “Mistress” and soft and protected the next when she was suddenly “baby.” How could he switch so fluidly from one role to another? From the sexual dominant to the willing slave in a breath? He just seemed to know exactly what she needed from moment to moment—it was amazing. And also incredibly hot.
“All right,” she whispered and nodded.
Thrace nodded back and pressed the flat of his tongue hard against her open pussy, enveloping her in his heat and warmth, making her writhe against him involuntarily.
He gave a low groan when her hips began to move of their own volition and Trin felt the soft rasp of his scratchy cheeks against her inner thighs and the pleasure of his tongue rubbing against her sensitive clit. It sent sparks of pleasure through her entire body, making her feel like she was on fire.
She did it again, on purpose this time, rubbing against him, giving herself pleasure with his mouth as he had asked her to do, bringing herself closer and closer to the edge with each exquisite burst of friction.
She could feel herself getting hotter and wetter, her juices overflowing as she rubbed against him. Thrace moaned deep in his throat and his hands tightened on her ass, helping to push her up towards his face. It was clear he was enjoying this every bit as much as she was. Every once in a while she could feel him swallowing and knew he was drinking from her, tasting her honey right from the source. The knowledge made her even hotter and Trin fisted her hands in the bedspread on either side of her and rubbed harder, working her hips, riding his face shamelessly.
“Goddess,” she moaned. “Oh, please…”