Total pages in book: 105
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 497(@200wpm)___ 398(@250wpm)___ 332(@300wpm)
Slade gave me a stern frown.
“So I can reach you easier. Come on now—be a good girl and open for me.”
Feeling nervous and shy, I did as he said, spreading my thighs just wide enough for him to slip between them.
But it apparently wasn’t wide enough for Slade. Growling impatiently, he spread my thighs even wider. This pulled my robe open and put my pussy on display, just as I had feared. However, that wasn’t Slade’s point of interest—not yet, anyway. He simply leaned over me and started licking my knee, bathing the deep wound the sharp rock had left, over and over with his warm, wet tongue.
I was tense at first, but gradually, when all he did was lick my knee, I began to relax. I told myself there was no reason to get worried—he was just healing me. But the vows he had spoken at the Binding Ceremony kept coming back to my mind—the way he had promised he would taste me and bring me pleasure…
No, stop it—you can’t think that way! I scolded myself. You know how wrong it is for a man to put his mouth on a woman there! You know it’s sick and disgusting to even consider it!
But despite my strongly held beliefs, I couldn’t help picturing it—picturing Slade licking me between my legs. I wondered if his tongue would feel good there…then I pushed the question away. It was bad to think like that—wrong.
“Hey, you’re pretty quiet up there.” Slade’s deep, rumbling voice pulled me out of my self-shaming and I realized he had stopped licking my knee.
“Oh—are you finished?” I asked him. “Am I healed?”
“Mostly healed,” he murmured. “But I think I see another place that needs healing.”
“You do?” My heart had started pounding. “Where?”
“Here.” Slade spread my legs even more, which caused my pussy lips to part as well. He reached between my legs and parted them wider with two gentle fingers. “Well, look at that,” he rumbled, his golden eyes lazy with lust. “Look at how hot and swollen your sweet little clit is, baby. I think she needs to be healed too—don’t you?”
As he spoke, he slipped one finger inside my folds and began to circle the aching button of my clit, just as he had in the bathtub. The difference was, now I could see him doing it. I watched, mesmerized as he played with me. His gentle touch sent sparks of need and pleasure through my body, making me moan and twitch my hips involuntarily.
“What do you say, Princess?” Slade laid a hot, open-mouthed kiss on my inner thigh and then looked up at me. “Would you like me to heal you here too?”
It took me a moment to understand what he was saying.
“With… with your mouth you mean?” I asked breathlessly.
“Yeah baby, with my mouth,” he growled softly. “Why don’t you lay back and let me give your sweet little pussy a tongue bath? I promise I’ll be gentle—I just want to make you feel good.”
Part of me wanted to say yes—his mouth felt so warm and I was aching for the pleasure I knew he could give me. But the old shame held me back—the belief that it was wrong and sick made me shake my head.
“No, Slade—you can’t…can’t lick me there,” I protested breathlessly. “It’s wrong for a man to put his mouth on a woman’s cunny!”
“Why is it wrong, baby?” he murmured, still circling my clit with one fingertip.
“Because it’s dirty!” I managed to get out.
“I just washed you there,” Slade reminded me. “Your little pussy is nice and clean—not that it wasn’t before. But it’s definitely not dirty.”
“It’s just wrong—it brings a man low to do that—to put his mouth there,” I protested.
“That’s not what my people believe,” he rumbled. “We believe in worshiping our women with our tongues. It doesn’t bring a male low—it lifts a woman up. And it brings Fated Mates closer together.”
There it was again—the “Fated Mate” thing—this belief he had that we were somehow made to be together. I couldn’t encourage such a foolish idea, I told myself. It would only make things more difficult when we parted.
“No, Slade,” I said, shaking my head. “I…I can’t let you do that. Please, try to understand—it’s the lowest thing a man can do on my home world. No right-thinking woman would ever allow it.”
He sighed but didn’t push me any further.
“All right then.” He stopped touching me and withdrew his hand. “Then I guess we’d better get to bed.”
“What? Just like that you’re stopping?” I had been getting close to that mysterious edge again while he touched me and my cunny was throbbing with need.
Slade shrugged his broad shoulders.
“Sure. It’s been a long day and you need your rest. So let’s go to bed.”
“Go to bed and do what?” I asked suspiciously.