His fingers were tracing featherlight patterns on her scarred leg. Some of it she couldn’t feel-the skin was numb in places-but some of it she could, and it felt damn good. When he ran his tongue over her nipple she jolted off the bed a little, and forgot completely about any pain in her leg at all.
Bael laughed softly against her breast and swirled his tongue around her nipple. Wow, Kett thought, if his tongue is this talented why does he waste so much time using it to talkrubbish?
He shifted between her legs, and those wonderful bumpy muscles on his stomach pressed against her crotch. She was still wearing underwear-a rather skimpy number Chance had rustled up for her, far more impractical and revealing than anything she’d have chosen for herself.
Bael seemed impressed with it, however. He was sucking one nipple now, his hand stroking the other, caressing with soft, teasing motions. She found herself wriggling closer to him, enjoying the press of his hard muscles against the hot, needy flesh between her legs.
Actually, damn Chance for finding her underwear! She wanted to be naked. Wanted to rub herself all over Bael’s lovely body, feel his hot skin against her wet pussy lips. The hot skin of his stomach, his fingers, his cock.
She thought about how his cock had felt sliding inside her last night and a wave of heat swamped her.
“Bael,” she said, and it came out as a husky gasp.
“Mmm.” His voice vibrated through her.
“I want you inside me.”
His fingers tightened momentarily on her breast. “‘I want’ doesn’t get,” he said, and ran his tongue in a lazy circle around her nipple. “I promised I’d kiss you better and I mean to stick to that promise.”
“Kiss me better later,” she said desperately.
“No no.” He gave her nipple a little flick with his tongue. “I’m not done yet.” His hand strayed from her thigh down to the strip of fabric over her hip. Well, that was more promising. Kett tried desperately hard not to wriggle and writhe against him, and failed utterly.
Bael gave a soft laugh and kissed her stomach. He found the little round scar by her bellybutton and licked it, and she wrapped her legs around his back, squeezing him tightly enough to get his attention.
“You’re killing me,” she said.
“Can’t have that,” Bael said, and scooted down a little farther to nuzzle the inside of her thigh. He licked, nibbled and made a thoughtful noise. “You know, this does taste somewhat like liniment.”
“You eat liniment a lot?”
“Mmm, no. But it doesn’t taste like the rest of you. Not salty,” he licked higher, where she knew no liniment had gone, “or sweet,” he blew on her wet skin and she shivered, “or delicious in any way. However,” he said, apropos of nothing, and sat up.
“What? However what?” Kett wriggled madly. He wasn’t going to just leave her like this, was he?
But Bael laughed and reached for her underwear again, sliding the lace down her hips. She relaxed a little-but only a little, because her body was wound up tight, needing him to touch her again. To taste her.
“However,” he murmured, dropping the knickers on the floor. “I’m wondering if this might taste better.”
And with that, he put his head between her legs and gave her pussy one long lick. Kett shuddered and nearly came, her legs shaking as she moved them wider apart to give him better access.
Bael parted her with his fingers, stuck his tongue inside her and then she did come, a wave of release crashing over her as her body snapped like a spring wound up too tight.
“Mmm,” he said, and the vibrations made her shudder a little more. “That was delicious.”
“Flatterer,” she said, and was appalled to hear her voice shaking.
“I’m sincere! However can I convince you?” He gave her labia a thoughtful nibble.
By doing that, Kett thought, but couldn’t quite manage to get her voice working enough to say it.
“I’ll just have another taste while I think about it,” Bael decided, and sucked her labia between his lips. She gasped, her hips bucking as his tongue teased her delicate flesh. He stilled her with his hands, dipped his tongue back inside where she was dripping wet then circled her clit.
Kett hadn’t really recovered from her first orgasm yet, and she felt the waves building in her again as he licked and sucked her most sensitive flesh. Her heels dug into his back. Her hands clenched the sheets. Her breath came in gasps.
Bael slipped his finger into her cunt and she came again, tightening around him, loving the feel of it inside her. Wanting more. Wanting something bigger, longer, thicker inside her.
“More,” she gasped, her body twisting as he licked and sucked her relentlessly. “Inside me, more!”
Obligingly, he added another finger. Then another. He twisted them inside her and her hips came right up off the bed. But it still wasn’t what she wanted.
“Fuck me,” she panted. “For the love of the gods, fuck me!”
Bael bit the inside of her thigh. “I think I’ve kissed you better enough for now,” he murmured, his voice just a little ragged, and flipped her over onto her stomach. All Kett really registered was that he wasn’t licking her anymore, that her cunt was empty of his fingers, and she was just about to protest when he pulled her up to her knees and slid that big, hard cock of his deep inside her from behind.
“Oh gods,” she choked, shaking as he pushed home as far as he could go, his balls brushing her clit. Her legs wouldn’t hold her anymore, and she had the fleeting thought that this was the first time since the accident that it had been pleasure making her muscles ineffective, not pain.
Then Bael withdrew from her, sliding out with wonderful friction, his hands sure on her hips as he pulled out so far the head of his cock slid against her pussy lips and her brain became useless. He plunged back in again, and Kett’s arms collapsed beneath her, her body falling to the mattress. Her legs would surely have given way too, but Bael held tight to her hips as he thrust into her and back out again, in and out until she was completely mindless with pleasure.
She came again, a series of rolling orgasms that nearly made her black out, and only came to when the friction stopped and she realized Bael was no longer moving inside her. He’d rolled her to her side, and although he was still inside her, his penis was soft. Her thighs were sticky with come. She hadn’t even felt it, her orgasms had been so overwhelming.
Lazily, he nuzzled the back of her neck, pushing strands of sweaty hair away from her skin. “Better?”
She could hardly breathe, let alone speak. She managed a nod and felt his body shake a little with laughter. “Let me know if it starts hurting again. I’ll be glad to treat it.”
Kett smiled, and then she gave an exhausted laugh. “Sure,” she panted. “I like your kind of…treatment.”
He slid out of her, rolling her in his arms so she was facing him. Kett wasn’t usually much of a snuggler, but when Bael pulled her close she curled into him, liking the lazy way he held her as her heartbeat slowed back down, the heat of his body warming her. He smelled good, clean sweat and hot skin, and when his lips brushed hers, he tasted good too.
“Mmm,” he said. “You taste like Xinjiangese food.”
“That’s interesting,” she said, tucking her head under his chin. “We were eating Nihonese.”
“Were we?”
“Yes. We’re in Nihon, in case you hadn’t noticed.”
“Er…” Bael began.
She lifted her head. “You hadn’t noticed?”
“Well, Miho was speaking Xinjiangese! Wasn’t she?” he added suspiciously.
“Yes, but then she is Xinjiangese. She just lives in Nihon.”
“Oh,” Bael said, his body slightly tenser than it had been.
“What, don’t you like Nihon?” Kett asked sleepily, snuggling back down.