Pursued(66)

“Thank you.” Elise wasn’t sure why she wanted to do this so much, only that she did. Leaning over him, she stroked the warm washcloth over the flat, muscular planes of his belly, cleaning away the evidence of his pleasure. Then she moved lower, stroking slowly around the base of his still erect shaft. “Why…”” She tried to think how to ask it. “Um, why are you still…”

“Hard?” He gave her a lazy smile. “Kindred trait. We don’t need a recovery period like human males do. We can have multiple orgasms—the same way females can.”

Elise sighed fretfully. “I’d settle for just having one at this point.” Though the hunger wasn’t gnawing her any more, she was still tense with unfulfilled desire and she knew nothing else would take the edge off, or keep the hunger inside her at bay, for any length of time.

“Do you want to try again?” Merrick asked softly. “Did my little, uh, demonstration help?”

To be honest, watching him stroke his cock until he came all over his flat belly had done little but feed the fire of her desire. But Elise didn’t want to admit that she’d been too busy lusting after him to get any helpful technical pointers. “I did see the rhythm you were talking about,” she said cautiously. “I’m just not…not sure how to apply it to my own, uh, situation.”

“Would you like me to help you?” Merrick asked softly.

Elise pressed her thighs together. “I’m sorry, but I just don’t…don’t feel comfortable with the idea of letting you, you know, taste me there.”

“Not like that, baby. Like this.” Slowly, gently, he drew her between his legs so that she was sitting between his thighs. “Now look.”

“Look at what?” Elise protested and then saw that he was pointing to the silvery reflective surface of a viewer, which happened to be positioned on the wall across from the bed. She was surprised to see the two of them reflected in it, Merrick’s large male body surrounding her own slender female form. Her long black hair was tousled, her brown eyes wide, while Merrick’s mismatched eyes were still half-lidded as he looked at her. But despite their differences, they looked right together. Somehow, in a way she couldn’t quite put her finger on, they looked like they belonged. “Oh,” she whispered.

“Oh is right.” Merrick stroked her hair away from her face, giving her a clearer view. “Look how beautiful you are, Elise,” he murmured, pointing to her reflection in the viewer. “How beautiful you are everywhere.”

“What do you mean?” she asked softly.

Merrick didn’t answer with words. Instead he parted her thighs, slowly, gently, but so steadily Elise didn’t even think of trying to stop him. When he was finished she was completely bare, her wet, naked pussy on display in the viewer for both of them to see.

“So fucking beautiful,” Merrick breathed in her ear. His large hands caressed her legs, sweeping up and down her inner thighs but never touching her throbbing center. “Look at your soft little pussy, baby. See how hot and wet and swollen it is. It needs to be touched. You need to be touched.” He kissed her cheek. “Why don’t you try again, but this time, watch yourself. Watch what you do and see what feels good.”

“Watch in the viewer while I touch myself?” Elise felt her cheeks burn with embarrassment, but there was another emotion in her too—desire. Desire so great that the heat of it threatened to consume her from the inside out.

“Why not?” Merrick asked reasonably. “Just try it. Try to get a rhythm going, like I showed you.”

“It’s different for you,” Elise objected. “You have a bigger, uh, instrument to work with. Much bigger.” Despite her protests, she watched as her right hand stole stealthily down between her legs, almost as though it had a mind of its own.

“Slowly,” Merrick cautioned her as she dipped her middle and index finger into the slippery well of her pussy. “Take it slow at first, baby.”

“Yes, I remember.” Slowly, carefully, Elise began to stroke. She could feel the sensitive button of her clit throbbing beneath her fingertips and she shivered as each touch of her own hand sent another shower of sparks throughout her body. God, it felt so good…and yet…” I’m still not getting anywhere,” she said aloud. “I mean, watching you made me feel so…so…”

“So what?” Merrick prompted in a soft growl.

“So aroused,” Elise admitted at last. “So hot I couldn’t think straight. I mean, you’d think I’d go off like a rocket. That I’d be able to come as quickly as you did.”