Enhanced: Brides of the Kindred 12 (The Brides of the Kindred) (34 page)

“And again, I say that your body is saying
yes.” He stroked her cheek and let his long fingers trail down the side of her
breast to rest on her trembling midsection, just below her belly button. “Let
us do an experiment,” he murmured, looking at her intently. “I am going to cup
your pussy and slip my fingers deep inside you—as this is our bathing week, I
am
allowed to do that.”

“Well…yes,” she admitted, her voice coming
out much more breathy than she liked.

“I will touch you,” he continued, still
holding her gaze. “And when I do I will gauge how wet you are.”

“You’ll
what?”

“If you’re wet and hot for me, you’re
ready and your body is willing to be tasted,” he said, ignoring her question.
“If you’re not, I will leave you alone. Agreed?”

“I…but I…” Mei-Li didn’t know what to say
but honestly, it wasn’t like he was giving her much of a choice. He was too big
and strong for her to get away.
And let’s be honest, sweetie—do you really
want
to get away?
whispered a little voice in her head.
Of course I do,
Mei-Li
told it indignantly.
I just…can’t.

“Mei-Li,” Six murmured, breaking into her
internal debate. “Are you ready?” The tips of his fingers were already running
lightly across the lace border of her bikini panties, making her shiver as he
started a fire with his slow, deliberate touch.

“I…I guess so,” she whispered uncertainly.

“Good. I am taking off your panties now.”

With a soft whimper, she lifted her hips
and allowed him to work them down, baring her completely. She had never felt so
naked before as she did now, sitting with the big Kindred, preparing to let him
touch her. Had never felt so vulnerable and open.

But there was more to come.

“Now spread your legs for me,” Six ordered
in a low growl. “Spread your legs and let me in.”

Biting her lip, Mei-Li leaned back on the
bed and did as he demanded. What else could she do? She felt helpless—trapped.
And so hot she thought she might melt from the waist down.

“That’s good,” Six rumbled, his long
fingers slipping lower. “Very good, Mei-Li. Open yourself for me.”

She moaned breathlessly as he cupped her
mound, nestling her securely in his palm. Then she felt him begin to part her
outer pussy lips.

“Oh God…” she whispered and closed her
eyes.

To her surprise, Six stopped.

“Open your eyes,” he demanded. “
Look
at me.”

Mei-Li’s eyes fluttered open in surprise.
“Why?”

“I touched you from behind last time. Made
you come without really seeing it directly,” Six growled. “This time I want to
look into your eyes as I penetrate you— as I slip my fingers into your hot
cunt.”

She could barely suppress the moan that
rose to her lips. God, he was
killing
her here! Not only did he want to
touch her to see how wet she was, he was demanding that she lock gazes with him
as he fingerfucked her. It was too much—too intimate. A hundred times worse
than just kissing. How could she keep back her heart if he demanded such naked
emotional candor?

“Six, please…” she pleaded brokenly but he
was unmoved.

“Look at me,” he repeated. “Watch me while
I touch you.”

“I can’t.” She turned her face away. “I
can’t look in your eyes when only one is visible.” She was sure that would be a
deal breaker. He had told her in no uncertain terms that he never took the
blinking red light that covered his left eye off. That he
wouldn’t
take
it off.

Without a word, Six reached up and made
some adjustments to the metal that covered the left upper half of his face.
There was a click and a hiss and suddenly the red ocular scope came away in his
hand. He dropped it carelessly on the floor where it landed with a clatter.

“Six?” Mei-Li looked at him uncertainly,
unable to believe what she had just witnessed.

“It would have gotten in the way when I
was tasting you anyway,” he said roughly. “Now look at me, Mei-Li.”

There were no more excuses—she did as he
said, staring straight into his eyes. The left eye which just been revealed
with the same steel gray as his right but there was something different about
it—a thin red ring that circled the outer band of black at the edge of his
iris. She wondered what it meant…and then he was touching her.

“Oh!” she gasped as his long fingers
parted her once more.

“Let us see how wet you are,” Six
murmured. Looking down, he watched as her plump, outer lips opened to reveal
her slick inner petals. “Mmm,” he rumbled, a hungry sound that seemed to
electrify her. “You look wet to me, Mei-Li.
Very
wet.” The pad of his
long middle finger slid delicately into her slippery folds and stroked gently
over her throbbing clit.

“Ah!” Mei-Li bit her lip, trying to keep
back the noises that rose in her throat but she couldn’t help the moan that
escaped her.

“That’s good,” Six said, looking at her.
“I like the noises you make when I pleasure you. They make my shaft hard.” He
stroked her again, circling her swollen little button while she moaned
helplessly. “How does it feel, Mei-Li. Do you like it when I touch you this
way? When I pet your sweet pussy?”

“You…you know I do,” she whispered. “I…I
can’t help it.”

“Good. I don’t want you to help it. I want
you to give yourself completely—give in to the pleasure.”

And then he entered her with two long,
thick fingers and her back arched as a cry was torn from her lips.
God, so
deep…in me so deep!

But it didn’t last for long. Before she
knew it, he was withdrawing from between her thighs. He held them up to show her—his
index and middle fingers were shiny with her juices.

“Gods, you’re wet.” His deep voice was
hoarse with desire. “You cannot deny it, Mei-Li.”

Mei-Li felt blood rush to her cheeks as
she blushed helplessly. But he was right—she couldn’t deny the evidence.

“I…I know,” she whispered.

Six slipped his fingers into his mouth and
sucked, his eyes fluttering closed in obvious pleasure.

“Ahh,” he groaned at last, when he had
licked away the last of her juices. “You taste so fucking
good.
So hot and wet and ready. I cannot wait to taste all that
sweet honey right from the source.”

He got on the floor before her and gave
some directions she couldn’t quite hear to the
sousa
.

Mei-Li gave a little gasp as the blue-gray
beanbag bed rose around her to cradle her body in a firm embrace. It tilted her
pelvis slightly even as it supported her head and neck in the most comfortable
way imaginable. The result was that she ended up in a semi-reclining position,
able to see the big Kindred kneeling patiently on his knees at the foot of the
bed.

Then he tapped the
sousa
once more
and gave a direction she could absolutely understand.

“Open.”

Mei-Li bit her lip as the sentient bed
parted her thighs, baring her pussy completely, showing the swollen outer lips
and the slick interior. Even the throbbing button of her clit was visible. She
looked down at herself in disbelief. Had she felt vulnerable before? That had
been nothing compared to this—
nothing.

Quickly she moved to her shield herself
with her hands…only to feel the
sousa
grasp her firmly but gently by the
wrists before she could move even an inch. She was completely trapped—held down
and open for him and there was nothing she could do about it.

Six was already moving closer, resting his
warm hands on her inner thighs as he prepared to taste her.

“Why?” she blurted, hardly knowing what
she was saying.

“Why what?” He looked up and she saw the
hungry look was back in his steel gray eyes.

“Why…I don’t understand why you want to do
this,” she said. “I mean, most guys would be more interested in sex—not that I
want to do that. I, uh, think that would be a really bad idea right now,” she
added quickly. “But just…most of them aren’t so, uh,
eager
to go down.”

Six shook his head. “I cannot explain my
need to do this—to lick and suck and taste your sweet pussy, Mei-Li. I can only
say that it
is
a need—it burns within me. I
must taste you.
I
cannot help myself any longer. I am tired of trying to resist.”

Mei-Li bit her lip. Had he really been
thinking about tasting her that long? Did he really want to go down on her that
desperately?

It seemed hard to believe. Clem, her
boyfriend in college had tried going down on her once or twice but it clearly
hadn’t been his favorite thing to do. He had approached the experience as
though he was doing her a favor and after one or two strategically placed
kisses and a few half-hearted licks, he had invariably moved on to other
things.

For her part, Mei-Li had gotten no
pleasure from it at all. She had felt tense and uncertain if he liked the way
she looked and tasted—not sure if he liked her scent. She kept being afraid
that the experience would be a turn-off for him and it had been a major relief
when he climbed back up and went back to his old standby—missionary position.
Clearly for Clem, the emphasis had been on the sex, not the foreplay.

It appeared that Six had the opposite
idea. He was actually more interested in what came
before
than the main
event. In fact, by the way he was looking at her, Mei-Li almost felt like this
was
the main event. Because he was staring between her legs intently, a rapt
expression on his face as he breathed deeply.

“Six…?” she said uncertainly, trying to
shift a little to get more comfortable. The
sousa
allowed her to make a
minimal change in her position but it
didn’t
allow her to close her legs
or free her hands. “Six, what are you looking at?” she demanded breathlessly.

“You,” he murmured. “When I viewed the
tutorial on female anatomy it gave only the facts. I had no idea how lovely and
delicate the female sex in full arousal could be…How…” He shook his head,
clearly at a loss for words.

Mei-Li bit her lip. “Come on,
please—you’re making me nervous. You should just…just let me go.”

“I cannot.” He looked up, meeting her
eyes. “Not after seeing how beautiful and ripe your pussy is. I
must
taste you.”

“But—” Mei-Li started to protest.

But he was already leaning forward, she
thought to lick or kiss her pussy. Instead, he rubbed his cheek against her
mound and inhaled deeply, as though he was trying to fill his lungs with her scent.

“Ah, Gods, you smell so
good,”
he
groaned, running his hands up and down her thighs. “So sweet and hot. I could
come from your scent alone if I breathed it long enough.”

“You…you could?” Mei-Li wasn’t sure what to
think. His breath was hot against her open pussy slit, making her squirm with a
kind of reluctant anticipation. God, did she actually
want
him to do
this? She didn’t know. She was still too intensely uncomfortable and uncertain
to know how she really felt about Six tasting her. “I mean…really?” she asked.

He looked up at her, his eyes almost
drugged with pleasure, and nodded. “Gods, yes. But as good as you smell, I want
to taste you even more.”

“I…” Mei-Li started wiggling again, as
much as the
sousa
would allow, but Six stopped her with a stern look.

“Don’t fight me, Mei-Li,” he rumbled
warningly. “Do not try to get away. I…cannot guarantee what I might do. I need
you to relax and open for me—relax and let me taste you.”

He’s having some kind
of break—or some kind of emotional breakthrough,
she realized.
His emotions are coming out and somehow
he knows it, even if he doesn’t want to consciously admit it to himself.

“All right.” She lifted her chin. Clearly
he was determined to do this but she had one last thing to say which she hoped
might discourage him. “You…you can do that if you want. You can…can taste me,”
she told him. “But there’s something you should know. I don’t…I can’t come like
that. My boyfriend in college, Clem, he tried it and it just…doesn’t work for
me.”

“You can’t, hmmm?” Six raised an eyebrow
at her but Mei-Li didn’t think he sounded particularly discouraged. On the
contrary, there was a light in his gray eyes that made her think he took her
statement as a challenge.

“No, I can’t,” she said firmly, sticking
to her guns. “So you can…can lick me all night…” Oh God, she hoped he wasn’t
planning on that! “But it won’t do any good.”

“We shall see.” He nuzzled her again,
rubbing his slightly rough cheek against her mound. “This…male who pleasured
you before. How did he go about it?”

“What?” It was the last question Mei-Li
had expected. “Um, I don’t know. He just…did it, I guess.” She squirmed with
embarrassment—or tried to, anyway. The damn
sousa
barely let her move an
inch.

“Did he kiss you?” He leaned forward
slowly and placed a soft, gentle kiss at the top of her slit. “Like this?”