“That sounds perfect,” Vic growled. Sitting up, he leaned back against the headboard of the bed and Torri climbed into his lap, straddling his lean hips as she faced him.
Her heart was beating like crazy and she was hyperaware of how vulnerable and sexual this position made her feel. The silky nightgown she was wearing had pulled down on top, so that it barely covered her nipples. The hem was pushed up around her hips, so that it barely covered her pussy. But she liked it—loved it in fact. The sexual side of her, so newly reawakened, was still demanding more.
“Now,” she said, her voice coming out slightly breathless. “Show me what you wonder about—how you want to touch me. Er, I mean, how you wanted to touch a woman,” she added quickly.
“I want to touch your beautiful, full breasts.” Vic’s deep voice was hoarse with desire. “I want to roll your tight nipples between my fingers and feel how your breasts fill my hands.”
“Do it,” Torri urged him. “Touch me, Vic—I don’t mind.”
To prove her point, she pressed her chest outward, giving him better access to her full breasts. She moaned softly as he palmed them in his big, warm hands, thumbing the tight points of her nipples gently, sending sparks of pleasure through her entire body, and making her pussy even wetter and hotter.
“Gods, your breasts are so full and soft,” Vic rumbled, his eyes half-lidded with desire as he stroked her through the silky nightgown. “I can hear your heart beat faster when I stroke your nipples.”
“I…I can’t believe you can hear my heart beat!” Torri whispered, biting back another moan as he tugged lightly on her tender tips.
“I am attuned to you,” he murmured. “I can’t help myself. Can’t help hearing you. Can’t help wanting you.” He kissed her again, stroking her breasts and nipples at the same time, making Torri squirm in his lap with pleasure and need. “Can I taste them?” he asked, tugging lightly at the top of her gown. “Can I suck your sweet nipples, Torri?”
“God, yes,” Torri breathed. Luckily, the silky nightgown was made of stretchy material. She was able to pull the top down until it rested under her breasts, baring them completely for the big Kindred.
“Gods, so beautiful…so luscious,” he said hoarsely. “Come closer sweetheart—bring your beautiful breasts up to my mouth.”
Torri leaned forward, pressing her breasts closer to him. For a moment, Vic simply rubbed his face between her soft slopes. She loved the feel of his rough cheeks against her softness and his hot breath against her skin. Then he sucked one of her nipples deep into his mouth, taking as much of her breast as he could at one time.
The deep suction sent sparks of pleasure from her breast straight down to her pussy and Torri moaned helplessly as he tugged lightly on the other nipple at the same time.
“Vic!” she gasped, writhing in his lap. She could feel the hardness of his shaft brushing against her naked pussy through the thin sweatpants he wore and it made her even wetter and hotter.
He switched nipples and did it again—hard, deep suction at first before he let his tongue travel in slow, leisurely circles around and around her sensitive tip.
Again, it didn’t feel to Torri like this was something he’d never done before. In fact, he seemed like a pro. The way he touched her and tasted her lit up her body with pleasure so deep it was almost electric. She found she was panting and stroking her fingers though his thick, black hair eagerly, as he went back and forth from one nipple to the other.
At last, Vic drew back, panting a little with desire. His deep blue eyes were dilated almost to black and the look he gave Torri was so intense it seemed to burn right through her.
“I want to know more,” he growled softly. “Sucking and tasting your nipples isn’t enough. I want to stroke your soft pussy and feel you come for me, Torri.”
“Do it, then,” Torri whispered. Trembling, she took his right hand and put it between her legs, under her nightgown, so that he was cupping her freshly-shaven pussy mound.
“Gods, sweetheart, you feel so wet and hot,” Vic groaned softly as his fingers curled up to cup her more fully. “I want to touch inside you—want to spread your pussy lips and explore you,” he growled, looking into her eyes.
“Do it,” Torri whispered again, feeling like her heart was going to pound right out of her chest. “Do it, Vic—I want you to.”
Slowly, he spread her outer pussy lips and slipped one gentle finger inside her slippery depths.
“I have studied female anatomy, but never touched a female like this before,” he murmured. “Tell me, is this your Goddess Pearl?”
As he spoke, he circled the throbbing button of her clit with one fingertip slowly and gently.
“Oh!” Torri gasped, her hips pumping involuntarily at the steady, gentle pressure. “Y-yes,” she finally managed to get out. “If b-by Goddess Pearl, you mean clit.”
“I understand that it’s very sensitive,” Vic murmured. “Maybe too sensitive to touch directly. Do you like it like this? Do you like it when I stroke around and around like this?”
His fingertip continued to slide around and around her pleasure button as he spoke and he looked at Torri intently, holding her eyes with his.
“Y-yes! Yes, I like it—I love it,” she moaned. “If you keep that up, you’re going to make me come.”
“Mmm…” Vic gave her a sleepy smile. “That’s exactly what I want to do. I want to pleasure you until you come for me, sweetheart. Come all over my fingers while I touch you.”
“Keep talking like that and touching me and I won’t be able to help myself,” Torri panted.
“Mmm, do you like it when I talk about what I want to do to you?” he asked, arching an eyebrow at her. “Do you like to hear my desires while I bring you pleasure?”
“Yes,” Torri moaned. “Yes, please—don’t stop!”
“Should I tell you how much I love stroking your slippery inner folds?” he asked softly. “Or tell you what I’d really like to do to you?”
“What…what’s that?” Torri panted. She was expecting him to say he wanted to have sex and to be honest, she probably wouldn’t have said no. But Vic surprised her.
“I want to lap your pussy,” he growled softly. “I want to bury my head between your legs and spread your pussy lips with my tongue. I want taste your sweet pussy honey right from the source as I lick deep inside you.”
“Oh!” Torri gasped. Suddenly, her pleasure was peaking. The combination of looking into the big Kindred’s eyes while he stroked her wet pussy and hearing him talk dirty to her in that deep, rumbling voice of his was too much.
She gripped his broad shoulders as she felt herself tilting over the edge of orgasm. It was a feeling like being pulled out to sea—the inescapable rush of pleasure that rolled over her like a warm ocean wave and dragged her in deeper with every heartbeat.
“Vic!” she moaned, as she ground helplessly against his fingers. “Oh, Vic, yes! Coming so hard!”
“That’s good,” he growled, his eyes hot and heavy-lidded. “Come for me, sweetheart. Come on my fingers while I stroke your soft little pussy…”