Reddix’s big shaft felt hot and hard and heavy in her hand. It was a lot different touching him now than it had been the first time—probably because that first time she’d been wearing gloves. This time she could feel the silky texture of his skin—like rose petals under her fingers. He throbbed in her hand—full of life and need, and his warm, spicy scent made her want to get closer to him—a lot closer.
Before she knew what she was doing, Nina was leaning over him, her lips almost level with the broad, plum-shaped head. It wasn’t just that she wanted to taste him, she told herself, it was that she wanted to heal him in some way. To kiss away the pain, the ache of loneliness he’d been carrying like a too-heavy burden all these years. She didn’t know why she felt like touching him this way—tasting him this way—would help. She just instinctively knew it would.
Leaning farther down, she placed a hot, open mouthed kiss against the head of his cock.
“What…what are you doing?” Reddix’s deep voice was rough with emotion.
“Nothing,” Nina murmured soothingly. “Just…kissing away the pain.”
“I don’t understand,” he muttered, shaking his head.
“You don’t have to. Just lay there and let me help you,” she commanded.
“All right.” His hands were clenched even tighter above his head, she noted, but that was where they stayed—right above his head. It was good to know she could trust him to behave himself this time, even under extreme duress. Meanwhile, the lights on his collar were blinking like crazy.
So it’s working, Nina told herself. But even if it hadn’t been, she didn’t think she could have stopped. She was enjoying herself too much. Slowly, she kissed him again.
“God, Nina…” he said hoarsely, watching her. “Can’t believe you’re doing that.”
Nina couldn’t quite believe it either, but she liked it just the same. Liked the warm, masculine scent of his cock and the way it felt so hot and hard in her hand. She especially liked the salty taste of his pre-cum. Daring to be just a little naughtier, she explored his slit with the tip of her tongue, lapping away the slippery, salty liquid that had gathered there and trying to get more.
Reddix groaned. “Nina no, that’s going too far. I can’t…don’t know if I can stand it.”
“What?” She looked up at him innocently, but inside she felt even more powerful, even more turned on. “I’m just kissing you,” she murmured. “It’s not like I’m actually sucking you or anything. Can’t you tell the difference?”
“I don’t know—” he began.
“Because if you can’t, I can show you,” Nina said, grinning naughtily. “Now watch closely, Reddix. This is a kiss…” Leaning down so that her full breasts brushed against his thighs, she placed another hot, sucking kiss against the head of his cock, swiping it with her tongue as she did so.
Reddix groaned again. “Nina…”
“And this is sucking,” she went on. She looked up to be sure he was watching her, and then she leaned forward and took his thick head into her mouth.
It tasted delicious—hot and hard and salty and she liked the way it throbbed against her tongue. But she wanted even more.
“Nina…” Reddix protested as she took him deeper. He was too big to fit much in her mouth, but it was very enjoyable to try and get as much as she could. And even more enjoyable to hear his low groans of pleasure as she did so.
Nina had given blow jobs in the past—her ex had pretty much expected it although he point blank refused to return the favor—but it had never turned her on that much before.
This time was different. Doing this for her ex-fiancé had never gotten her hot, not like sucking Reddix did. Her pussy felt swollen and juicy, and she could feel her honey running down her inner thighs. The low, deep sounds of pleasure the big Kindred was making urged her on, making her even hotter. Though she was certain he was dying to thrust, he held rigidly still, his entire body tense. Finally, she became aware that he was calling her name, trying to get her attention.
Reluctantly, she released him and looked up.
“What is it?”
“Gonna come soon,” he growled tightly. “But I don’t want it to be in your mouth.”
“All right.” Nina went back to pumping his shaft, but again, he stopped her.
“No.” He shook his head. “I don’t want to come while you touch me either.”
Nina drew back, a little hurt. “What do you want, then?”
Reddix looked at her, his eyes blazing in the dim light.