Allara nibbled her lower lip uncertainly.
“But husband,” she said softly. “If I pull them down anymore, my entire pussy slit will be exposed.”
“But you’ll still have your panties on,” Brand pointed out. “Which means I’ll be kissing them, not your pussy.”
Allara wasn’t certain about his logic, but it felt like the right thing to do. And besides, she was getting so hot and wet between her legs, her head felt fuzzy with desire and it was hard to argue.
“Yes, husband,” she whispered. “You can…can pull them lower, if you wish to.”
“I do wish to, baby—very much,” Brand growled. And reaching up, he tugged the panties down until the little black velvet triangle was over halfway down her slit.
Leaning forward, he pressed a soft kiss to the front of her panties…and then let his mouth travel up to kiss her exposed pussy slit.
Allara moaned softly as she felt his hot tongue slip inside her fully, lapping gently at her slippery inner folds and then finding her swollen clit to trace again and again and again…
“Oh…” she gasped, writhing under the slow, gentle kiss. “Oh, husband! That feels…feels so good. I am so close!”
Brand looked up, his golden eyes burning.
“Then let me pull your panties down a little bit more, baby. What do you say?”
“I say…do as you wish, husband,” Allara panted. “As long as…as you do not take them off altogether.”
“Of course not, baby,” he promised her. And then he proceeded to pull the panties down, baring her entire pussy.
“Oh, husband!” Allara protested. “You promised you would not take them all the way off!”
“I’m not, sweetheart,” he told her, slipping the panties over her right foot. “Look—you’ve still got them on.” He motioned to where the black velvet panties were still looped over her left ankle, dangling there like something forgotten…or unneeded, Allara thought.
“Well,” she whispered. “I suppose as long as I’m still wearing them…”
“It should be all right for me to kiss you,” Brand finished for her. “So go ahead, baby, spread your legs and let me kiss you the way you need to be kissed. Let me make you come.”
Allara could resist no longer. The logic of having panties on or off or pulled up or down completely escaped her mind. All she wanted to do, she found, was open her legs and let the big Kindred do as he wished with her.
Which Brand proceeded to do. He leaned forward and this time, with no fabric in the way, he was able to spread her pussy lips wide with his thumbs and give her a full, unobstructed kiss.
Allara moaned at the way he sucked her clit into his mouth and bathed it with his tongue, kissing her pussy with the same gentle, intense tenderness that he used when he kissed her mouth. Hardly knowing she was doing it, she reached for him, her hands creeping into his thick black hair and urging him on.
“Oh, husband!” she gasped as her hips bucked up to meet his gentle kisses. “Oh, husband—more!”
Her words seemed to spur Brand on. With a low growl of pure desire, he looped his muscular arms around her legs, splitting her thighs even wider.
Then he devoured her.
There was no other word for it, Allara thought deliriously. He was no longer kissing or tasting her delicately—now he was like a starving man and she was his sustenance.
“Oh, Gods of All Creation!” she gasped as she felt him slide his tongue deep in her channel, as the pad of his thumb continued to circle her swollen clit. She was getting close—so close—she could feel the pleasure building in her the way thunderclouds massed before a storm. In just a moment, lightning would strike and the pleasure was likely to electrocute her with its intensity.
Her fingers tightened in Brand’s thick hair and she rode his tongue with complete abandon. She no longer cared that her people considered this act wrong and bad—her new husband liked it and he was so good at it. And that was good enough for Allara.
At that moment, Brand replaced his tongue with two thick fingers and went back to lapping her swollen clit. The feeling of being so deeply penetrated at the same time he was bathing her sensitive Goddess pearl was too much for Allara. The thunderclouds broke and pleasure—as jagged as a spike of lightning—skewered her.
“Oh, husband—husband!” she cried, her toes curling as every muscle in her body seemed to tense in pleasure. “So good—so good!”
Brand stayed with her, riding out her orgasm and fucking her pussy with his fingers until Allara collapsed back on the bed panting in exhausted pleasure.
Only then did he remove his fingers, lick them clean, and climb onto the bed with her. Pulling her close, he began to kiss Allara slowly and thoroughly, sharing her own secret flavor with her.
It was the single most erotic experience of Allara’s life—though she had to admit, she’d had no erotic experiences until she had gotten married to Brand. But the slow, tender way he had brought her to pleasure and then the intense finish made her feel as though her heart would overflow.
“Husband,” she whispered, when Brand pulled back for a moment. “Now, I’m certain. I know that I love you.”
“Mmm, baby—I love you too. So much.” And he pulled her close to his chest and cuddled her, the two of them swaying on the rocking bed as the last light of the sunset bathed them in its rays.
The rest of their Tasting Week was delicious. They continued to explore Darden Three during the day, riding boatercycles through the aquamarine waves, scuba diving (with the aid of a flotation device on Allara’s part) through tropical reefs, and taking k’per riding lessons. K’pers were a little like the Earth animal called a horse, but they were much lighter and had vast, rainbow-colored wings sprouting from their backs. When strapped securely to her favorite k’per’s saddle—a female called “Sky Dancer”—Allara swept through the sky alongside her new husband as they raced through the clouds together.
At nights, they had a few more state dinners to attend, but were often alone for quiet, romantic meals as well. And after they finished eating, they often walked along the beach, listening to the beautiful music of the Dardens singing to the sunset.
They sang together too, as Allara shrugged off what she hoped were the last vestiges of her people’s restrictive ways. Often they sang their wedding song, but sometimes Brand simply asked her to sing a melody—any melody that came into her head—and he would match it and harmonize with it as they let their Songs entwine.
The pleasure of these moments was twofold, Allara found. First, she felt the physical pleasure of their mingled Songs caressing her skin and teasing her sensitive areas. But she also found pleasure in the idea that her husband wanted to sing with her and by so doing, bring her pleasure. She came to understand that Brand was showing her that he loved her and it drew them even closer together as her melody and his harmony filled the air around them in the golden rays of the sunset.
And after the singing was done and they were back in their luxurious suite in the resort hotel the Dardens had put them in, they had a new game to play. A game Brand called, “Kissing the panties.”
For, after searching her luggage, which Kat had helped her pack, Allara found that her friend had included a whole stack of undergarments—each one seemingly skimpier than the last. Many of them had slits in the middle or deep V’s in front which left her pussy lips almost entirely bare. When she showed them to Brand, his golden eyes had gone half-lidded with desire.