“Why?” He hated anything that upset her. Anything.
“Because this is different!” she cried. “This is not some quick bang at a party or doing my ‘duty’ as a girlfriend—”
“Duty?” Smoke escaped his nose but after being bathed in his fire, a little smoke was nothing to worry over.
“All I had to do was close my eyes and they would just… do it. That’s how it works. Women don’t feel much anyway, or so I’ve read. I didn’t think my experience was that unusual. I knew some people had incredible orgasms, but I figured it was with one partner over a long period of time. I didn’t think I would get the opportunity.”
“Sasha, are you scared?” She nodded and he continued. “We don’t have to do anything. We can stop right now.”
She heard the conviction, the surety and promise, in his tone and shook her head in denial. “I want you. Can’t you feel how much I want you? Through our bond?”
He nodded, leaned close to put his cheek to her chest and then gripped her arms and stood. While she squealed in alarm, he turned and put her on the bed.
“Since your experience is to let it happen and I want you to be openly enthusiastic, we are going to have trouble communicating and I don’t want that. How about you lie back and let me touch you, like a massage? We can stop at any time.”
Sasha nodded and closed her eyes, her muscles tight and shaky, and she really wished Whelon would just do it and get the first time over with. She knew she would loosen up in time. Her body definitely wanted him, but more than just Sasha’s mind fought against the closeness of the act.
When Whelon touched her body, she realized she had underestimated him wholly. She had forgotten he was a healer and that his touch was skilled and precise. He began at her shoulders, slowly running his fingertips across her arms in a barely there caress that gave her a shivery, pleasant feeling.
He continued making long, sweeping motions down her sides and all the way to her long legs. His hands soothed the tight muscles that were still wound up from the stress of the recent days. She kept her eyes closed and relaxed fully, moaning softly as Whelon ran his hands over her flesh.
When he returned to her shoulders, he traced her collarbone in light, teasing touches. He swept his hands across her breasts, lightly rubbing her nipples, the hard nubs aching for more of his touch. She sighed, a huge release of tension as the breathless sound left her lips. She had been so wound up that she hadn’t realized her chest was so tight she could hardly draw breath.
He returned to her legs, trailing his fingers over her hipbones, and then traced the edges of the cleft where it began near her loins and thigh. Sasha opened her legs from her hips, encouraging him lower still.
“You can stop me at any time, shaa kouva…” he murmured gently. Then he settled between her spread legs and ran his hands over her thighs several times before leaning down and pressing his lips to her throbbing clit.
Sasha moaned, her body writhing on the bed as she gripped a sheet tightly in one fist and twisted the fabric. No one had gone down on her before, and her sexual experience was merely a quick poke, no extra positions or foreplay.
I didn’t know… I didn’t know!
A long, drawn-out moan escaped her as Whelon searched inside her center with his tongue. He lapped at her, sending her to the edge with light, gentle touches. Then, when she felt as if she couldn’t take the torture for another second, he grabbed her thighs, dragged her even closer to him, and opened his mouth over her clit.
As his lips pressed firmly around the bundle of nerves, he punished the little nub with the flat of his tongue, alternating with flicks of the tip. Sasha screamed, crushing the sheets in both fists. She bucked her hips up and down and Whelon kept his hold, forcing her to remain pressed to his mouth while his tongue and lips worked her over.
He ran his tongue down the crease and then he darted into the deepest edges of her pussy. As he pleasured her around the delicate inner lips and soft entrance, she felt herself sagging against the bed, her strength leaving her. She didn’t have anything left to react with, a deep ringing inside her stealing her body away.
It flooded through her, not just her pussy, but inside her, in her very core. Something made of electricity raced through her and her pussy clenched and spasmed. She expected Whelon to cease, but he only pushed his tongue deeper inside her and moaned with pleasure as he lapped up her juices.
Sasha’s first real orgasm turned into two as she saw how much her mate enjoyed her taste and scent. Seeing him pulling her closer so he could explore further into her pussy and caress every single fold sent her into a frenzy. The far-off crashing wave suddenly throbbed through every part of her, running through her belly and legs and making her nipples and clit burn with need. The pressure inside her was so great she ground against Whelon’s mouth.
“Lick me! Eat me!” she screamed. “Oh God, shaa kouvi, eat me as hard as you can.” She reached down and threaded her hands into his thick, midnight hair and thrust her hips, seeking the pressure of his mouth more firmly. Whelon moaned in pleasure and his efforts with his lips and tongue increased ten-fold.
Sasha let go of everything as the multiple orgasms ran into each other and became one. She had no tension left. She lay limply on the bed while she shuddered and shook with untold pleasure.
Whelon did not stop until the spasms began to die down and he looked up, resting his cheek on her leg. “Are you well, shaa kouva?”
She stared down at him, panting. He rose and crawled up the bed so he could recline at her side. He opened his arms and Sasha knew he was content.
But she was not.
She grabbed his shoulder and thrust herself at him, rolling them both until she straddled his hips. He smiled as she leaned down to kiss him, nibbling on his lips—tasting her salty-sweetness—as she slid against him with her hips.
Chapter Thirty-Two
Whelon lay flat on his back, wings tucked comfortably beneath him, as he stared up at Sasha in the dim, flickering light. The TV reflected images against the dark walls, changing the perspective every second.
All Whelon saw was her wide smile and the satisfaction in her eyes. He hadn’t just made her happy. He had given her the courage to explore her own sexuality.
She tightened her grip on his shoulders with her small, pale hands, and slid her hips back and forth, teasing them both. She closed her eyes, focusing on the sensation of her pussy sliding up and down his length. He was going crazy with her soft, wet sexlips just grazing the full length of his cock, and he trembled with his need to thrust deep inside her warm, waiting center.
He put his head back against the pillows, forcing himself to lie still beneath her sensual onslaught. His muscles trembled as he put all his energy into submitting to his mate.
When he had gathered some semblance of self-control, he stared up at Sasha once more, seeing she still had her eyes closed with a small frown furrowing her brow. She moved against the pressure of her hands locked onto his shoulders and pressed her hips down until he experienced the heave of her slick, hot inner lips along his cock.
He groaned as she worked herself against him. Then shudders poured through her and a new wave of warm wetness painted his cock—his sweet Sasha’s release—and his body jerked in response to the delicious sensations. Again he admonished himself to remain still.