He kissed along her scars, just soft, feathery touches that eased her anxiety and washed away the bad memories for a moment. His strong hands gripped the fronts of her thighs, keeping anchored in place as he peppered more kisses, lingering kisses, on her skin. She didn’t quite understand what was happening or what the point of all this was. It felt ever so good, but why hadn’t he rolled her onto her back and thrust inside her yet?
Alys gasped when she felt his mouth on her secret place. She tried to scramble away, certain that was absolutely undignified, but he was so much stronger. He held tight to her thighs and kissed her there again and again and again. “Swift. Sir.” She panted with a mix of shame and enjoyment. “What are you doing?”
“I’m getting acquainted.” He kissed a part of her that she never touched unless bathing, a small sensitive pearl that she suspected had a purpose. Not that anyone would have told her if she’d asked. Her mother had always said that area was dirty and not to be touched unless bathing or cleaning up after using the bathroom. It was only for her husband and no one else.
Alys couldn’t breathe. Her jaw dropped as Swift nuzzled his face into her genitals and licked her. It was a long, slow swipe of his tongue, from that pearl right up to her opening. She shuddered at the wickedness of it. Torn between shame and want, she pulled away from his mouth and tried to escape. “Sir! Please!”
“Am I hurting you?” He held onto her thighs, not letting her run away from his filthy exploration of her body.
“No,” she admitted, her voice quavering. “But it’s wrong!”
“It’s not wrong. It’s very right. I’m your mate now, and I want to eat your cunt.” He yanked her back toward the edge of the bed. “Now, relax and let me taste you.”
I want to eat your cunt. She had never heard that word before but she didn’t have any trouble understanding what he meant. Was that another word for the place between her legs? It sounded rough and dirty—and she liked it. She liked that it didn’t sound shameful. She liked that he said it with excitement and confidence.
He’s my husband now. He knows what is and isn’t correct. Submit and be a good girl.
Alys closed her eyes and gripped the bedcovers. Behind her, Swift nuzzled her sex again. His tongue thrust along the most sensitive parts, and she inhaled shaky breaths. Her stomach swooped, and her heart raced. His tongue dipped inside her, and she cried out in shock. It felt so good and so wrong. She wasn’t sure whether to beg him to stop or keep going.
He didn’t give her a chance to decide. His big hands grasped her plump cheeks and lifted, baring her to his gaze. His tongue fluttered around that pearl, and she mewled desperately. Her body clenched, and she felt lightheaded and giddy.
“This is your clitoris.” Swift circled the pearl again and again with his tongue. “This is the most sensitive part of your body. When it’s stimulated with my tongue or fingers or a toy, you’ll come.”
Toy? Come? What did he mean?
As if he could read her mind, he explained, “Coming is an orgasm. An explosion of good feelings. It might feel a bit scary at first, but if you accept those feelings and let go, you’ll feel pure joy.” He flicked his tongue over her clitoris. “Do you want to come for me, Alys?’
“Yes, please, yes,” she babbled, her brain swimming with lust and need. He groaned behind her and buried his face in her cunt. She gasped and clutched at the covers. His tongue swirled and flicked and fluttered. She couldn’t help herself. She moved, rocking on her knees. Her body was gripped by some innate rhythm of movement, as if she were meant for this sort of rapturous pleasure.
And, God, what pleasure it was! She began to feel those fluttery panicked sensations he had described. It was scary. She didn’t know what was going to happen, but she sensed it would be overwhelming and good. Deep in her belly, an invisible knot tightened. She felt the inner walls of her sex clenching, and Swift’s tongue swirled and swirled and swirled until she was trembling and moaning wantonly.
“That’s it, darling,” he urged and then suckled her clitoris. The sensation of suction and the flutter of his tongue shot through her like a lightning bolt. She screamed as the most intense waves of pleasure rolled through her body. Swift groaned and stabbed his tongue inside her channel, tasting her in the most insanely intimate way.
When the wild feelings began to fade, she slumped forward onto her belly. She fought to breathe and closed her eyes, enjoying the last fluttering shocks of pleasure. Swift kissed up her back and brushed aside her loose braid to kiss her neck and then her cheek. There was a scent in the air, musk with a hint of spice, and she realized with embarrassed surprise that it was her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever met a woman who blushed as much as you do.” Swift kissed her cheek and her temple.
“I’m sorry,” she said, hiding her face from him.
“Don’t be.” He applied pressure to her arm, silently commanding her to roll onto her back. “I think it’s sexy as hell.” He gave her another push. “Roll over, darling. Let me enjoy the rest of you.”
She couldn’t deny him any request it seemed. She complied and soon found herself trapped under her giant of a husband. His blue eyes enchanted her, and she reached up to touch his face. His jaw had the slightest hint of stubble, and she marveled at the chiseled line of his face. Unable to censor herself after that mind-blowing experience, she confessed, “You’re the most handsome man I’ve seen.”
He grinned down at her, and her heart did a wild little flip in her chest. “We’re well matched then because you’re the prettiest woman I’ve ever seen.”
She started to argue with him, to point out that there were dozens of much prettier women at the Grab, but then she looked at him. Really looked at him. He wasn’t being fake or lying. He looked down at her as if she were beautiful and desirable. Maybe all this time she had felt so ugly and clumsy she had simply been part of the wrong society. Maybe she had been meant for a man like Swift all along.
“I can see the wheels turning in your head.” He leaned down and captured her mouth with a sensual kiss. “Stop thinking, baby. Let’s just feel.”
She couldn’t argue with that. Wanting to touch him and explore his incredible body, she ran her hands up his muscular arms to his shoulders. His hands roamed her skin, starting at her clavicle and sliding down to her breasts. He seemed particularly fascinated with them. She had always wanted the perkier, smaller breasts that so many of her friends had. She had always felt as if her bosom was too big and soft, but now? Now, she thanked her lucky stars she had been given this body.
“Fuck, Alys,” Swift swore roughly. “We’re going to have so much fun with these.”
“Are we?”
He laughed and kissed the tip of her nose. “You were built for loving.” He kissed her right breast and then the left. “For pleasure.” His hand slipped between her thighs, and she gasped as his fingers delved into her slick folds. “You were made for a man like me.”
“I think you’re right,” she murmured, her head spinning from the indecent things he said and the smoldering way he looked at her.
“I know I am,” he replied cockily. Their discussion ended there, and he claimed her mouth in a kiss that made her toes curl. She clung to his shoulders as he slipped first one and then two fingers into her core. He was gentle as he primed her channel, his fingers mimicking what his manhood would soon be doing to her. His thumb caressed her clitoris, and she keened against his mouth. He growled at her wanton reaction and began to rub and thrust, working her closer and closer to another orgasm.