Shadowed(18)

“Saber!” she protested, but she was already lifting her hips, helping him slip the little red panties off so he could bare her pussy completely.

Saber pressed his cheek against the silky skin of her exposed mound. Gods, he loved her scent, the warm, secret, feminine aroma that signaled her desire for him. And he loved her taste too—the sweet, slippery honey that welled up from her core was so delicious, so completely and utterly Lissa.

“You don’t know how often I fantasized about doing this,” he told her hoarsely, pressing a soft kiss to the top of her pussy slit. “How badly I wanted you, even back when we thought it was wrong.”

“You…you did? You thought about this? About…tasting me?” Her eyes were wide with shock.

“Constantly,” Saber assured her. “Even back before we knew the Kinship Compounds didn’t take with us, I thought about it. Even though I wasn’t sure we’d be able to ever touch physically at all.”

“Oh…” Lissa whispered, squirming a little. “I never dreamed this kind of thing was going on in your head.”

“What did you think I was thinking of?” Saber laughed. “I am male, you know.” With a little concentration, he sent two gentle whisper-tendrils to tease apart the swollen lips of her pussy. Lissa moaned out loud as they parted her, baring her slippery inner folds and the pink pearl of her clit.

“Saber…” she whispered longingly. He knew what she was asking for, but he wanted to hear her say it.

“Ask me,” he sent through their link. “Ask me for what you want, amalla.”

“Do I have to?” She looked down at him, biting her lip in consternation.

“You do.” Saber made his mental voice stern. “I need to hear you ask me for what you want. And you need to admit that it’s not wrong to want it.”

“I guess…” She looked at him uncertainly.

“It’s not hard, sweetheart,” Saber said gently. He kissed the inside of her thigh, making her jump and moan breathlessly. “All you have to do is say, ‘Saber, I want you to taste my pussy.’ See? Easy.”

Lissa’s cheeks were bright pink, and her breath was coming fast, her breasts heaving. “I…but I…”

“Do you want me to do it?” Saber growled softly. “Do you want me to lick your sweet juices and put my tongue deep in your sweet little cunt?”

His dirty words seemed to have quite an effect on Lissa. “Yes,” she whispered, almost panting. “Yes, Moch Daer. You know I do.”

“Then say it. Ask for it,” Saber demanded in a low voice. “Do it, Lissa. I want to hear you say it out loud.”

“Saber,” she whispered and then cleared her throat and spoke louder. “Saber, please,” she continued in a trembling voice. “Please, I…I want you to taste me. To taste my…my pussy.”

“Good girl.” Leaning down, he gave her the promised reward—a long, slow lick with the flat of his tongue, starting at the bottom of her slit and ending at the top.

“Oh, Saber,” she nearly wailed, and he felt her slender fingers slip into his hair, tugging urgently, begging for more.

He was more than happy to answer her silent plea. Sending more whisper-tendrils up to slide under her blouse and circle her tight pink nipples, he leaned forward and lapped her again, savoring her rich, delicious taste, getting as much of her honey as he could.

Lissa moaned and bucked up to meet him, her fingers tightening in his hair. She was tugging hard now, but Saber didn’t care, just as he didn’t care when she sometimes left long red scratches on his back during their lovemaking. He wanted to be marked by her love, to see the evidence of their passion the next day. It was a visual affirmation of their commitment, and it also made him damn hot to realize how out of control she could get—how crazy he could make her.

He set to work making her crazy and out of control now. Spreading her thighs even wider, he pressed forward and went to work, thrusting his tongue deep into her tight, wet well, going as deep as he could, showing her exactly how he was going to fuck her later.

Lissa went wild as he worshipped her pussy with his tongue. She cried and called on the Goddess, gripped his hair and scratched at his shoulders. Gone was the demure little priestess who was too shy to stand up for herself. Once they were in the bedroom, she let loose completely, much to Saber’s intense delight.

At last, he tasted fresh wetness and felt her coming against his tongue. He lapped it away eagerly, sucking her sweet folds to get it all, determined not to waste a drop.

And then Lissa was clawing at his shoulder again, whispering urgently through their link that she wanted him, that she needed him inside her.