Before she knew it, he was stroking lightly over her breasts—cupping them through the thin silk of her dress and pinching her nipples lightly until she moaned and pressed her breasts up into his hand for more.
“So beautiful,” he murmured, bending down to kiss her cheek. “And so responsive. Does it make you hot, sweetheart, when I pinch your nipples like this? Is your pussy getting wet for me?”
“Maybe,” she whispered.
Reddix gave her a lazy smile. “We’ll find out soon. But I’m not done up here yet.”
Leaning over her, he tugged gently on the top of her dress until it came down, pooling around her waist in a silky bundle. Nina bit her lips as her breasts were freed. He’d seen them before, of course, but somehow she felt more naked this time—more vulnerable. Maybe because she knew what all this was leading up to.
“Such beautiful breasts,” Reddix breathed. Leaning down, he sucked one of her nipples deep into his hot mouth. Nina gasped and pressed up to him, feeling the sparks of desire shoot through her body as he lapped and nipped her tender bud.
She pressed her legs together tightly. It felt like there was some kind of a highway running straight from her sensitive nipples to her pussy. Every time Reddix sucked or licked her tight little nubs, it sent a rush of heat down to her core. Already she could feel herself getting even hotter and wetter. The dark blue lace panties that went with the dress were going to be soaked with her juices if Reddix didn’t stop soon—it was so embarrassing! And yet, she didn’t want it to end.
He was pulling her dress lower now, over her hips and down her thighs. At first Nina wasn’t sure she wanted to let him, but his mouth on her breasts was giving her so much pleasure she found herself unable to say no.
The minute Reddix got the dress all the way off, leaving her with nothing but the thin lace panties, she began to get nervous. She could massage people all day long and help them to relax, but it just wasn’t in her nature to relax in an intimate situation herself. She felt uncertain and self-conscious about her behind and thighs, wishing they were smaller, wishing she was thinner, prettier…
“Relax, sweetheart,” Reddix murmured, obviously sensing her tension. “Not gonna taste you yet. Going to take things slow, remember?”
“I guess…” Nina pressed her thighs tightly together, afraid he would ask her to open for him. Instead, Reddix gathered her into his arms as he had during their first encounter and held her tight.
“You’re so perfect,” he murmured, one large hand sliding down the curve of her hip and cupping her ass. “You’re everything I ever dreamed of, everything I ever wished for. I feel so damn lucky to have you in my arms right now.”
“Oh, Reddix…” Nina cuddled a little closer to him, burying her face in his hard, warm chest.
“I want to taste you so much,” he murmured, his hand sliding down and around until his long fingers were between her thighs. “But first I want to touch you again. Can I do that, Nina? Can I touch you?”
“Of course you can.” She felt a little more comfortable with this request. After all, he’d touched her several times while they were “feeding” the Hurkon collar.
Reddix growled softly in approval at her answer.
“Good. Then spread your legs for me, sweetheart. Open up and let me in.”
Nina did as he asked, rolling over onto her back and spreading her thighs for him. She was embarrassed to see that the blue panties were almost black they were so soaked with her juices. Reddix seemed to like it, however.
“Look at this,” he murmured, cupping her little mound over the panties. “Look how wet you are, sweetheart. And all because I’m going to taste you tonight. If I didn’t know better, I’d think you wanted this more than you want to admit.”
“No, I…no,” Nina protested, but her stomach fluttered nervously. There was no denying that despite her nervous reluctance to allow this intimacy, the idea of Reddix spreading her open and licking her in such a secret, private place had her squirming all over the bed.
“We’ll see about that,” Reddix growled. He slid down the bed until his face was level with her lacy panties.
“Wait a minute,” Nina protested. “I thought…thought we were taking it slow.”
“We are,” he promised. “I’m going to kiss you now—but with your panties on. I won’t take them off until you’re ready to let me, all right?”
Again, Nina felt her nerves somewhat soothed. She nodded. “All right,” she whispered.
“Good. Now open up a little, sweetheart. Let me in,” he commanded.