Brides of the Kindred(132)

Baird seemed to agree with her logic, or maybe he just couldn’t resist any more. Whatever the reason, he took her nipple in his mouth eagerly, sucking the tight pink peak through the red lace until Liv moaned and buried her fingers in his hair. God, it felt good—the heat of his mouth, his wet tongue lashing her through the thin material. And when he switched to the other nipple, he continued pinching and tugging at the first, sending showers of electrical sparks from her sensitive breasts straight down to her pussy.

God, so good…so good! But he still made no move to go lower. Liv decided if she didn’t want to be driven crazy with lust she’d better take the lead again. Reaching down, she tugged at the waistband of his silky black sleep pants. Their sleek material felt wonderful against her bare thighs but not nearly as good as Baird’s skin would feel.

But Baird wasn’t so far gone that she could do anything she wanted. He released the nipple he’d been sucking and frowned at her. “Stop right there.” He put a hand on her wrist. “No touching without some clothes between us, remember?”

“But there will be clothing between us,” Liv argued, tugging again until she’d exposed the broad head and thick shaft of his cock. “See?” Lifting her skirt with one hand, she displayed the lacy red crotch of her tiny panties. “Even if I rub against you like this, we won’t be breaking the rules.” Lowering herself down onto his lap, she demonstrated by sliding up and down the length of his shaft until they both moaned.

“Well…” Baird’s eyes flared with lust as he watched the erotic display. “I guess as long as we’re not breaking the rules…”

“We’re not,” Liv assured him breathlessly. “In fact, the only way that would happen is if my panties accidentally slipped to one side.”

“Slipped to one side—how do you mean?” He gave her a burning, hungry look and Liv smiled.

“I’m not sure if I can explain—maybe you’d like me to show you? Just so we can be sure what to look out for so we don’t break the rules,” she added.

Baird nodded slowly, “Maybe you should.”

“Well, it would be like this…” Carefully, Liv pulled the lacy red panties to one side, exposing her pussy completely. She heard Baird’s sharp intake of breath when he saw how wet and swollen she was, her pussy juices leaking freely from her open cunt. “See,” she continued. “If my panties were to slip to one side like this and then I accidentally sat in your lap…Well…I’d probably better show you that too.”

“You probably should,” he agreed in a low growl. “Show me, Lilenta. Show me exactly what you mean.”

“Like this,” she murmured, lowering herself down. She bit back a moan as she felt the hard length of his cock part her pussy lips and settle against her tender clit.

Baird made a noise of pure lust low in his throat. “Gods, Lilenta. So hot and wet against me.”

“You…you see what I mean?” Liv asked breathlessly. “Because then if I shifted in your lap like this…” Slowly, she slid up his length, gasping as the broad head of his cock bumped over her clit and settled at the entrance to her pussy. “If I did that,” she continued, looking into his eyes. “Then there would be nothing between us to stop you from slipping inside me. Like this.” Reaching down between them, she grasped his shaft and pressed the thick head of her cock into her pussy.

By this time she was so wet and hot there was almost no resistance. Baird’s cock parted her folds easily and the first few inches slipped into her cunt smoothly, stretching her inner walls with a pleasurable pain that made her bite her lip. Both of them groaned at the same time and Liv was certain that now he would finally agree to take her but…

“Olivia, wait.” The need in his voice was painful to hear but his grip on her hips was unbreakable as he slowly drew her off him. He looked at her, his eyes filled with desperation. “I can’t…can’t let you do this. What if in the morning you’re sorry and you hate me for it?”

“I could never hate you,” she said fiercely. “What in the world would make you think that?” She searched his eyes with her own and suddenly the answer came to her. Not what—who. It was the AllFather. That evil bastard. She remembered well how horrible it had been, having the leader of the Scourge digging around in her mind. And Baird had been through the same thing only much, much worse. Was it any wonder he doubted her feelings for him—her need to have him inside her?