Slowly, Cooper slid to his knees, somehow making the move deeply graceful. "I won't touch you with my hands, baby, but I want to show you that there's not a damn thing wrong with you. You can respond. I can prove it. Let me kiss you."
He wasn't talking about her mouth.
Cooper was right there, staring at her. She should be horrified. No one had seen her naked since she'd come home from South America. But there was something heady about the intimacy of being bare and alone with Cooper that she couldn't deny. She felt frozen, hopeful.
And then she felt desperate because Cooper didn't wait for an answer. He leaned in, and she felt the heat of his breath right on her pussy.
Alea braced for the panic to set in. She parted her lips to warn him that, any second, she would kick out and try to fight him. She lifted her hands, ready to push him away.
But everything stopped-time, her heart, her breath-as he kissed her with such aching tenderness, placing little butterfly kisses across the mound of her pussy. Women in her culture waxed their bodies, and now Alea was glad she'd kept up the practice because she could feel every press of his lips against her sensitive skin. Heat flared, but she found herself trembling as she looked down, watching his golden brown hair move as he tilted his head, seemingly determined not to miss tasting an inch of her.
"You see, you could handle a little kiss," he whispered against her thigh, and his words tingled along her flesh. "The key is to go slow so you know you're safe. But we can push the boundaries just a little. Do you know how long I've wanted to taste you, baby?"
She'd been kissed before on the mouth, short, groping attempts at affection when she was younger. Her childhood had been deeply protected. Growing up behind palace walls with three male cousins had ensured she'd gone to college with very little experience, but she'd been kissed a few times. She'd even been touched by two male suitors.
But nothing had ever been like this, a heady, trembling rush of amazing pleasure. Oh god... And no one had ever gently drawn his tongue across her swelling folds.
She couldn't stop the cry that fell from her mouth. Suddenly she was glad she was leaning against the wall because she was pretty sure her legs nearly dissolved underneath her. She couldn't quite catch a full breath. His mouth felt so good.
"You taste so sweet, Lea. So fucking sweet." He drew his tongue right up the center of her pussy, stopping at her clitoris to press little circles there.
Alea could feel herself getting soft and wet, her pussy nearly pulsing with desire. Pleasure drummed behind her clit. And she ached everywhere.
He sucked half of her labia into his mouth, pulling gently, tonguing her with wicked purpose before returning to her clitoris. She'd read about this feeling, but she'd never thought her parts actually worked. Apparently, she'd been wrong because every nerve in her body now stood at attention, expectant as he laved affection all over her pussy. He licked her clit with the tip of his tongue, and she moaned, melted, dying for more.
But he seemed intent on making her wait for it, making her crazy. He tapped her clit, then drew it between his teeth, suckling in gentle passes that had her panting for more. A plea sat on the tip of her tongue. Her head fell back against the wall, and her eyes slid shut. Her fingers filtered into his hair.
"Yes … " she moaned.
Oh, god, she was soaking wet. He was eating her up, sucking down everything she gave him. And still, he seemed hungry for more. These foreign sensations he gave her made her feel powerful and sexy and right. She started rolling her hips with every brush of his tongue, pushing toward him, forcing him to tongue her harder as she silently begged for more. He could make her come. He could give her everything she'd secretly craved. And she would thank him because she'd never felt more free.
So close. As he rubbed her clit with his tongue, worrying the perfect spot over and over, she fisted as much of his hair in her hands as she could. Her eyes were going to cross. She held her breath. Soon-in seconds-she was going to scream his name. She was going to find that bliss everyone talked about and shout her pleasure from the heavens.
Suddenly, he gripped her hips, caging her against the wall and stilling her movements. Her brain blanked and readjusted. Memories catapulted her to a different place. Pleasure vanished.
No love. No affection. Just chains and pain and heartache.
Fat bitch. Stay where you are. They were always telling her how ugly she was. How she wasn't worth the food they gave her. How some day they would just slit her throat and leave her to the dogs.