Ruby Shadows (45 page)

But slowly—I had to take things slowly, I
reminded myself. I ended the kiss and drew back to look up at
her.

“
How does it feel,
mon ange?”
I murmured,
catching her eyes.

“
Good,” she admitted in a
low voice. “Probably better than it should.”

“
We
are
committing a sin,” I reminded
her, trying not to laugh. “So I suppose that is a
given.”

“
I guess so.” She bit her
lush lover lip. “When, uh, when do you think the barrier will
break?”

“
I think that in order to
pay the tax I will need to kiss you much more deeply…without your
panties in the way,” I told her candidly.

“
More
deeply?”
Her breathing was shallower
now and her eyes were wide and uncertain. “What do you
mean?”

“
I mean I need to put my
tongue deep in your pussy and lick your naked, open cunt until your
honey flows for me. Until you come,” I growled.

I watched her face to see how my words
affected her. I knew that saying them—describing exactly what I
wanted to do to her—made my shaft hard enough to fuck through solid
stone. But I wanted to be certain I hadn’t gone too far—said more
than she wanted to hear.

“
Laish!”
she protested again but to my intense pleasure I
saw no lessening of her desire. In fact, her breathing became even
faster—she was almost panting now—and her scent intensified. Oh
yes, my little witch liked it when I talked dirty to her—liked it
a
lot
.

“
Will you let me,
Gwendolyn?” I asked, stroking her inner thighs gently with my
fingers. “Will you strip away these little panties and bare your
pussy completely for me?”

“
I…I shouldn’t want to,”
she whispered.

“
But you do.” I looked at
her intently. “You want to open yourself and let me tease your clit
with my tongue until you come all over my face.”

“
Goddess, when you talk
like that…” She shook her head, clearly unable to go on.

“
I’m only telling you what
I want to do, Gwendolyn,” I murmured. “Only describing exactly how
I want to taste your sweet, ripe pussy.”

“
Laish…” Her voice
trembled and her eyes were uncertain.

“
Take off your panties,” I
ordered softly. I could have done it myself, could have slipped the
little scrap of white lace off or simply torn it away with a single
twist of my fist. But I wanted Gwendolyn to do it—wanted her to
make a conscious decision to bare herself for me—to open herself
completely.

For a moment I thought she wouldn’t do it.
Her green eyes were huge and fearful and she bit her lip until I
almost expected to see blood flow. But then, slowly, she lifted her
hips and slid the panties down. I helped her slip them off her
ankles and then brought the little wisp of damp fabric to my face.
I inhaled deeply. Gods, she smelled good! I wanted her scent all
over my face—all over my cheeks and mouth and chin. I wanted to
bathe in it as she rode my tongue.

I felt my shaft surge against the black silk
sleep trousers I wore at the thought, but I ignored it. Gwendolyn’s
pleasure was all I was interested in right now. I wanted to make my
little witch come and I wanted to hear her moan my name when she
did.

* * * * *

Gwendolyn

Part of me couldn’t believe I was actually
doing this—that I was taking off my panties and opening my legs to
Laish. Wasn’t this what I’d sworn would never happen? What I’d
sworn I would never do? Well, technically I’d only sworn I would
never let him make love to me—this particular possibility hadn’t
really entered my mind.

Not that I didn’t talk
about it with friends. Taylor and Addison both admitted that their
men were pretty partial to this act. But I’d never allowed myself
to imagine
me
on
the receiving end of it. Now that I was bare from the waist down
with Laish’s broad shoulders splitting my thighs wide open, though,
I found I was imagining it pretty easily.

He was on his knees, looking up at me, his
eyes half-lidded and burning with lust and his lips already shiny
from my juices, though he’d only kissed me through my panties as
yet. Goddess, it was so embarrassing to realize how wet I’d gotten
just from letting him do that! But the feel of his warm mouth on
me, even through the panties, had just about sent my system into
overdrive. And then there was the way he kept talking dirty. How
did he know I liked that so much?

Shouldn’t like it,
whispered a judgmental little voice in the back
of my brain.
It’s wrong…bad.

I pushed the little voice away. We had to
pay the Sin Tax and Laish didn’t seem to think the barrier to the
next circle would be broken until I came. So I needed to just relax
and let this happen—I could worry about the consequences later.

“
Mon ange,”
he murmured, nuzzling my inner thighs gently. I
could feel the scratch of his whiskers against my sensitive flesh,
sending shivers of fear and anticipation up my spine. It was hard
to believe he wanted to do this so badly, but the way he was
looking at me with such intense hunger in his eyes made it clear he
did.

“
Laish,” I replied,
wondering what to do. Should I just sit here, as I had before?
Although to be honest, it had gotten pretty hard to sit still near
the end there, when I could feel his tongue pressing against my
clit right through the panties.

Laish seemed to sense my nervousness.

“
Relax, Gwendolyn,” he
said softly. “I’m just going to kiss your outer lips at first. And
I promise I will be very, very gentle when I come to your
clit.”

His words reassured me, as I’m sure he knew
they would. He knew me by now—knew my body better than anyone else
but me. I was sure he would be able to touch me in just the right
away. I felt confident I could relax and let him taste me.

But knowing something and actually doing it
are two different things. I was tight as a wire when Laish finally
leaned in again and I felt his hot breath against my open pussy. I
tensed up, almost without knowing it, but he released some of my
tensing by placing a soft, tender kiss on the right side of my
pussy. Then the left side…then the right again.

I was just beginning to really relax when he
licked instead of kissing. He opened his mouth and sucked gently at
the left side of my pussy, giving my outer folds a soft, sucking
kiss.

I couldn’t hold back a moan as he did it to
the other side as well. Goddess, it felt so good but was he ever
going to get to my clit? I could feel it throbbing for attention,
begging to be touched. I wanted him to lick me there but at the
same time I wasn’t sure how it would feel. We’d already established
that I was too sensitive to stand direct contact when he was
touching me. Would he be able to taste me in such a delicate area
or would it be too much? The panties had provided a barrier between
us to keep things from getting too intense. What would his mouth
and tongue feel like on me with them gone?

I didn’t have long to wonder. For at that
moment, Laish finally stopped kissing and licking my outer pussy
and began to explore my inner folds.

I’d been afraid he might poke me with the
tip of his tongue or start lashing my sensitive little nub with it
but I needn’t have worried. He was a demon of lust, after all—he
knew exactly how to touch and taste me. Pressing the flat of his
tongue to my pussy, he rubbed gently back and forth. It was the
tiniest action imaginable and yet I felt completely stimulated. My
entire pussy felt enveloped by the heat and wetness of his mouth
and the small but persistent back and forth motion made my clit
swell and throb with need. Sparks of pleasure shot through me and
somehow I found my hands buried in his thick, black hair.

The long strands felt like silk against my
fingers and the heat of his mouth pressed against my open pussy
made me feel like every nerve in my body was on fire with pleasure.
I moaned and pressed up against him, creating a motion of my own
that felt just right.

His hands tightened on my thighs, letting me
know he liked my reaction and he pressed forward, lapping my inner
folds as though I was an ice cream cone of his very favorite
flavor. I gasped at this new sensation and bucked my hips up,
riding his tongue shamelessly.

“
Laish,” I moaned. “Oh,
Goddess, please…”

Somewhere in the back of my head the
judgmental little voice was whispering that I was being bad…going
against everything Grams had taught me. But I could barely hear it
anymore. I could feel the pleasure building inside me as Laish
lapped me, pushing me higher and higher as he teased me gently but
persistently with his tongue.

Just as I was beginning to feel like I
couldn’t take much more, he pulled back for a moment and looked up
at me.

“
Gods, Gwendolyn, you
taste so sweet,” he growled hoarsely. “Your cunt honey is
delicious. I could come just from tasting you.”

His dirty talk made me even hotter and I
liked the idea of him getting so turned on by tasting me that he
came himself. I couldn’t help remembering all the hot cream that
had pulsed over my fist the night before. Then, for some reason, I
wondered what it would feel like inside me—inside my pussy. Would
it feel as hot as it had on my hand? Would he fill me to
overflowing?

Stop it Gwendolyn,
I scolded myself.
Don’t
think like that—you’re not going there!

“
What is it,
mon ange?”
Laish was
looking at me intently, his eyes still half-lidded with lust. “Why
do you bite your lip and look so conflicted? Are you not enjoying
yourself?”

“
I am,” I admitted
uncertainly. “I was just…thinking.”

“
About what?” He lowered
his head and placed another hot, openmouthed kiss on my open pussy.
I tried not to moan as I felt his soft lips brush my throbbing
clit.

“
About what you said—that
you could come just from, uh, tasting me.”

“
And?” The thought
intrigues you?” He raised an eyebrow at me and gave me a little
smile.

“
Yes,” I admitted.
“It…turns me on. I was thinking…remembering how much you came when
I touched you last night. And it made me wonder—” I stopped
abruptly.

“
Wonder what? Come,
mon ange,
tell me.” He
nuzzled me gently and took a long, slow lick of my pussy, dragging
his tongue lightly over my clit and making me writhe and
moan.

“
Made me wonder what it
would feel like against me…inside me.” I could feel myself
squirming in embarrassment but somehow I couldn’t seem to stop
talking. “Not that I want you to…you know, come in me. I
don’t
want you to. But I
couldn’t help wondering…”

“
What it would feel like
to give yourself completely?” Watching my face, he reached down and
slipped two long, strong fingers deep inside my pussy. “What it
would feel like to have my cock buried to the hilt in your sweet
little cunt?”

As he spoke he thrust up hard. A little cry
of pure lust escaped me as I felt him press against the end of my
channel, illustrating his point. I arched my back and he licked me
again, laving my clit with his tongue while his eyes never left my
face.

“
Gods, you’re beautiful,”
he said hoarsely. “All spread out for me like a feast, your ripe
little pussy throbbing around my fingers, your cunt honey flowing
across my tongue. I love the way you look right now, Gwendolyn—so
wild and wanton and open.”

“
Laish…” I was torn
between wanting to kiss him and wanting to push his head back down
between my legs and ride his face until I came. Then I cringed at
my own shamelessness. Was this me, acting like a wild woman? Was
this the good little girl who was never going to give herself to
anyone until she found the right man, all spread open and letting a
demon go down on her?

“
Don’t do that.” Laish
seemed to understand what was running through my head—or maybe he
could just read my expressions exceptionally well.

“
Don’t what?” I
asked.

“
Don’t second guess
yourself. Don’t feel guilty for your pleasure.” He looked at me
earnestly. “You’re beautiful, Gwendolyn. And you’ve been untouched,
unloved for far too long. You deserve to feel good for once. You
deserve to come.”

His words made me feel a little better, a
little more relaxed about what was happening between us. It was
true—I’d held myself back from everything that had to do with sex
and sexual pleasure for more years than I cared to count. And since
we had to pay the Sin Tax anyway, why shouldn’t I enjoy it? Why
shouldn’t I let Laish make me come?

“
That’s right,
mon ange,”
he murmured,
stroking my thighs. “Let yourself relax. Be open to the pleasure as
you are open to my tongue and fingers.”

Leaning down, he sucked my
clit into his mouth and began to circle it carefully, stroking
along the sensitive sides with wet, tender heat until I thought I
would go insane. At the same time, I could feel his fingers
pressing into me, filling me,
fucking
me—
giving me exactly what I needed even
though I couldn’t admit it out loud.