“Vic! Oh God…”
“Do you like to let me wash you?” he murmured, still stroking and caressing her breasts. “Do you like it when I wash you all over, sweetheart?”
“Y-yes,” Torri panted breathlessly. “I can’t help it—you know I do.”
“Then are you ready to spread your legs for me and let me wash your soft little pussy?” Vic growled in her ear. “Are you ready to open up and let me in?”
“I…I think so,” she panted.
“Good.” Vic’s big, warm hands slid down her trembling abdomen to her inner thighs. “Open up for me, Torri,” he murmured. “Open up and let me stroke your soft little pussy until you come for me.”
Moaning helplessly, Torri did as she was told. Spreading her legs, she felt him massaging her inner thighs at first. Then one big hand slid inward to cup the mound of her pussy. She was glad all over again that she had shaved the night before. She loved the feeling of his big, soap-slick hand stroking over her smooth flesh.
“Gods, I love your soft little pussy,” Vic growled hoarsely. “Are you ready to let me in now, Torri? Ready to let me stroke inside your soft folds?”
“God, yes!” she moaned as his big fingers slipped into her pussy and began to circle her aching clit. “Yes, Vic—please don’t stop!”
“Won’t stop until you come for me,” he promised, as he continued to stroke her. “Gods, you’re so hot and wet, sweetheart! I love how you open right up for my fingers. Can’t wait to taste you when you open up for my tongue, too.”
Torri moaned again. She was suddenly right on the edge—the gentle, relentless way the big Kindred was circling her clit was driving her closer and closer to orgasm. God, how did he know exactly how to touch her? Chuck hadn’t been able to find her clit with two hands and a flashlight! But Vic, despite having no experience, seemed to know exactly where it was and exactly how she liked to be caressed there.
“Vic!” she moaned, her hips bucking as the first wave of pleasure hit her. “Oh God, Vic!”
“That’s right, sweetheart—come for me,” he growled, continuing to stroke her. “This is only the beginning—I’m going to make you come all night long.”
Torri moaned and writhed against him. She loved how he stayed with her, never stopping his steady stroking even when she couldn’t help moving. He seemed to know just how to draw out her orgasm until at last, she sagged against him as the pleasure finally started to ebb. She felt breathless and a little dizzy from coming so hard and all the strength seemed to have run out of her legs.
“Wow, that was…intense.” She tried to take a step and started to go down—her muscles felt like jelly.
“Watch out, sweetheart! Don’t worry, I’ve got you.”
In one swift move, Vic swung her up into his arms and cuddled her close to his broad, bare chest.
“Hey, you don’t have to carry me—I can walk,” Torri protested—but she didn’t really mind. It was nice to be with a guy who liked her curves and was strong enough to carry her around like this.
“You can walk when you recover a little,” Vic said sternly.
He carried her to the front of the shower stall and made sure she was all right before he stood her carefully on her feet so he could turn off the water. Then he dried her off thoroughly with one of the blanket-sized towels and wrapped a second one around his own waist before picking her up again.
“Well…” Torri looked up at him. “What now?”
“Now we go to the bed,” he growled softly, looking intently into her eyes. “And I finally get to taste you.”
Forty-Two
Vic had studied the human female form extensively while preparing for his mission to Earth, so he knew all the erogenous zones. But he had never expected to actually touch them himself—or to take such pleasure in pleasuring a female that he cared for. For that matter, he had never expected to care for a female at all, due to the positronic part of his brain. But when it came to Torri, the organic half just seemed to naturally take over.
He knew it was dangerous to taste the curvy little Earth female—it would only make him wish to bond with her, when he knew he couldn’t. But he didn’t care about that anymore—he only wanted to bury his face between her thighs and lap her soft little cunt until she moaned and called his name and came for him again and again. Making her orgasm with his hands and fingers was fine but, like all Kindred, what he really desired was to worship the female he cared for with his tongue.
Despite his hunger to taste her though, he understood instinctively that it might take her some time to be ready to come again. Her Goddess Pearl was sensitive from the orgasm he had just given her, so it was important to take things slowly and gently at first.
He laid her carefully on the massive bed and then climbed in beside her. Both of them were still wrapped in towels but he loosened Torri’s so that he could bare her again and drink in the sight of her naked, curvy body.
Gods, she was lovely, he thought, his shaft getting even harder, as though it was agreeing with him. He loved her full curves, her lovely breasts and the soft mound of her pussy.
He also loved her lips. Leaning over her, he spent some time kissing her deeply, exploring her mouth and then sucking gently on her tongue to encourage her to explore him too. She tasted so sweet—he couldn’t wait to taste her between her thighs as well.
Still, he was trying to take things slowly—to rebuild her pleasure and stoke her desire. So instead of simply diving between her legs, he worked his way down, kissing the sensitive side of her neck and the slopes of her full breasts, before running his tongue in warm, ticklish circles around and around the wide pink bands of her areolas, until she moaned and thrust her breasts up, begging him to suck her ripe nipples.
Only after sucking first one nipple and then the other until Torri was panting and he could smell the warm, feminine scent of her desire, did Vic finally move lower. Leaving a trail of soft, hot kisses on her trembling abdomen, he worked his way down to her thighs, which were still pressed tightly together.
Vic looked up at her and saw uncertainly on her face. Had she never had a male taste her before? But no, she had told him that she had. It was just that her ex-mate hadn’t enjoyed it very much—though how any male could resist tasting his female’s pussy was beyond Vic. Especially if the female was as sweet and soft and curvy as Torri.
“Sweetheart?” he murmured, meeting her eyes. “Are you ready to let me in? Ready to let me taste you?”
She nibbled her lush lower lip, in that way she had when she was nervous.
“I think so,” she admitted. “If…if you’re sure you want to.”
“I want to,” Vic growled. Nuzzling between her closed thighs, he rubbed his rough cheeks against her tender skin and inhaled deeply, loving the sweet, feminine fragrance of her desire. Her scent made him almost dizzy with need and he couldn’t help the deep groan that left his lips. “Gods, you smell so good, sweetheart—let me in so I can taste your pussy.”
With a little moan, she parted her thighs for him at last and let him in. Her pussy was wet, the pink folds parting already, as though to welcome him in. It was a beautiful sight and he felt his cock throb with anticipation.