“Start by naming them,” Trey said. “Owning them. Those areas are your breasts and sex—your pussy I believe I’ve heard people call it here.”
“Oh, yes…” Her cheeks were getting rosy again.
“Say it,” Trey instructed. “Say breast and touch your breast. Then say pussy and touch your pussy—own your body, Mia. Don’t let anyone else dictate how you can touch yourself.”
He had meant that she ought to do this in the privacy of her room, but she must have thought he wanted her to do it right then. Cupping her right breast in her small right hand she murmured, “Breast.”
“Good.” Trey nodded encouragingly. “And what about the parts of your breast?”
“You mean…my nipple?” She said the word in a whisper, looking up at him uncertainly as though she was a child saying a bad word she might get punished for.
“Yes, little one—your nipple,” he murmured. “Stroke it through the shirt… circle it with your fingertip. Close your eyes and feel the sensations it gives you.”
Obediently, Mia closed her eyes and did as he said, letting one fingertip trail around and around the ripe point of her nipple, clearly visible through the satiny fabric of his uniform shirt.
“Good—that’s good,” Trey told her softly. “And how does that feel, Mia?”
“It feels…nice. Tingly,” she whispered. “I…I never realized how sensitive I am here. I thought nipples were only for if you had a baby and needed to feed it.”
“They’re good for pleasure too,” Trey murmured. “It can feel really good if your mate sucks them.”
“If he…really?” Mia looked up at him with wide eyes and he thought how incredibly naïve she was. But considering the restrictive way she’d been raised, it wasn’t that surprising. “But why…why would a man want to do that?” she asked.
“To taste you…to pleasure you. To help meet your needs,” he said, trying to put it in terms she was familiar with.
“Why would I need…need to have my nipples sucked?” she asked, sounding rather breathless now. Trey wondered if she was imagining him sucking her nipples as they talked. He knew he was certainly imagining it…imagining taking those berry dark points she’d shown him into his mouth and circling them with his tongue while she moaned and ran her hands through his hair…
“Because it would bring you pleasure—if the male who was sucking them did it right,” he murmured.
“And what is…the right way?” Mia wanted to know. Trey wondered if she realized that she was still circling her nipple with her fingertip, gently teasing the stiff little point as they spoke.
“Well…when I pleasure a female, I like to take things slowly,” he remarked. “Do you want me to tell you how I do it?”
“Yes.” Mia nodded eagerly. “Yes, please.”
“All right. Well, first I rub my face against her breasts—I like to brush my cheeks against her and tickle her with my beard.” He put a hand to his chin, indicating his short, neatly clipped facial hair. “A little sensation beforehand can really heighten her pleasure later.”
“It can?” Mia was looking at him with wide eyes. “I…wondered what your beard felt like,” she added shyly. “Men in the Republic are all clean shaven—it’s the law.”
“Would you like to touch it?” Trey leaned forward and she reached up with one hand, cupping his bristly jaw as she tested the texture of his whiskers against her fingertips and palm.
“Oh! It’s scratchy…but soft too. I like it,” she confessed.
“I’m glad,” Trey said seriously. “Because I’m kind of attached to it—I’d hate to have to shave it off.”
“No, don’t shave it,” she said quickly. “I…I love your beard. And your hair too. I’ve never seen a man with hair like yours—where I come from, they all slick it back with this greasy pomade.” She shivered. “It’s not very attractive.”
“It doesn’t sound like it.” Trey was enjoying the feeling of her small, soft hand on his face. “Gods, little one, your touch is gentle.”
“So is yours,” she murmured. “But speaking of that, I think we’ve gotten off the subject. You were telling what you do when you…when you suck a woman’s nipples.” Her cheeks were getting rosy again and she ducked her head shyly but somehow managed to retain eye contact as she spoke.
“Mmm…then I’ll continue.” Trey gave her a lazy smile. “After I rub my face against her, I like to kiss her everywhere…the slopes of her breasts…her areolas…all around her nipples but I don’t kiss the nipples themselves. Not yet.”
“But why?” Was Mia’s breath coming a little faster—it seemed like it to him.
“Because I’m building sensation. By the time I finally take her tight little bud into my mouth and suck her, I want her to want me to do it so badly she can’t help moaning.” He gave her another lazy grin.
“She’ll moan because…she wants you to meet her needs?” Mia asked.
Slowly, he nodded. “Exactly.”
“And then what?” she wanted to know.
“Well…after I suck and lick her nipples until they’re all tight and achy and she can feel every draw of my mouth like a tugging between her legs, then I move lower.”
“You do?” Mia was looking confused again. “Why would you do that?”
“Because I want to kiss her pussy too,” Trey murmured.
“Her…pussy?” Seemingly of its own volition, her little hand left the hard point of the nipple it had been circling and slid down her body to rest between her thighs.
“That’s right, her pussy,” Trey repeated. “Have you really never touched yourself there, Mia?”
She blushed and shook her head.
“I told you—we weren’t supposed to.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself there now?” Trey suggested. He wasn’t quite sure how they had started this but since Mia seemed to be enjoying herself, he wasn’t about to end it unless she gave a signal that she wanted to or he started picking up the scent of her fear again.
She bit her lip. “I don’t know…”
“How can you meet my needs if you can’t meet your own?” Trey asked reasonably. “How can you tell me how you like to be touched if you don’t even know yourself?”
“I guess…I guess you’re right.” She cupped herself a little more firmly.
“You can reach inside the shirt if you want to,” Trey suggested. “You don’t have to let me see—I just want you to feel what it feels like and describe it to me.”
“All right.” Looking like a female who has decided to act on a dangerous dare, she slipped her small hand between the panels of the shirt and cupped herself more fully.
“Good.” Trey couldn’t keep the aroused growl out of his voice. She was so lovely and innocent, his little female. He liked to watch while she explored herself for the first time—liked to help her find pleasure in her body when she had been denied it for so long. “How does it feel?” he asked her.
“Soft…warm. I suppose it’s a little like stroking a felinis.” She looked up at him. “Maybe…that’s why they call it a pussy?”
“I wouldn’t be surprised.” He smiled. “But what does it feel like inside, Mia? It’s okay,” he added when she nibbled her bottom lip uncertainly. “It’s okay to touch yourself, Mia—to know yourself.”
“I know but…it’s hard.” She looked up at him pleadingly. “Tell me how you touch a girl when you, uh, touch her there. Tell me the way you talked about the way you like to…like to suck her nipples.”
Trey saw that she wanted him to lead the way and he was more than willing. He still had an arm around her shoulders and he wished he could reach around and cup one of her breasts. But he wasn’t sure if she would welcome the touch or not so for now, he just talked—just touched her with his words.
“When I touch a female there—when I pet her pussy,” he murmured, “I’m very careful at first because it’s a delicate area. I like to start just cupping her in my palm, letting her feel the heat of my hand an
d get used to the idea that I’m going to stroke her in such an intimate way.”
“Oh…do you?” Mia’s breathing sounded a little faster now and she was shifting beside him on the couch, her small hand still firmly cupping her pussy. “And…and then what?” she asked breathlessly.
“Then, when I’m sure she’s ready, I’ll spread open her outer pussy lips with my ring and index fingers. That leaves my middle finger free to dip into her and stroke her inner folds.”
“Oh…” Mia whispered and by the way her hand was moving under the silky panel of his shirt, Trey could tell she was doing exactly what he had described. “Then what?” she asked again, nearly panting.
“First I make sure she’s nice and wet—her pussy should be all slippery with her honey from the way I was sucking her nipples earlier.” He raised an eyebrow at her. “Are you all wet and slippery, Mia?”
“Yes…yes, I am,” she admitted, sounding both embarrassed and surprised. “I never knew I could get…get like that down there.”
“It’s part of being aroused—part of getting your needs met,” Trey assured her.
“Maybe it is…” She had a look on her face like someone was opening a door she had never known existed. But now it was creaking slowly open and on the other side was some impossible pleasure she had never even imagined. “Go on,” she begged Trey. “What next?”
“Well, after I spend some time exploring her soft, inner folds with my fingers, then I find her clit,” he murmured. “That’s the firm little button in the center of your pussy. It can feel really intense if you press right on it but if you stroke around the sides it can give a lot of pleasure.”
“It can?” Mia’s eyes opened wide as her fingers moved busily under the shirt. “Oh, it can. Oh, Trey!”
“Does it feel good, little one?” he murmured, pulling her closer to his side as she continued to touch herself. “Does it feel good to explore your soft, wet little pussy and stroke your hot clit? Does it feel good to meet your needs?”
“Yes…” Mia was openly panting now. “Y-yes it d-does,” she gasped. “But the more I touch, the more intense the feeling gets. It’s so strong, Trey.” She looked up at him, her eyes wide. “It…it feels so good it’s almost scary.”
“Don’t be frightened, little one,” he murmured soothingly. “That only means you’re going to have a release soon—that you’re going to come.”
“Come?” she panted. “Come where? What does that mean? Oh God, Trey—I feel so…so tight inside!”
“That’s because the tension gets higher and higher until it finally peaks,” he told her, his voice dropping down to a low growl of desire.
Gods she was beautiful like this, touching herself with her warm brown cheeks all rosy from embarrassment and pleasure! He could smell the delicious scent of her desire too—the feminine perfume that made his mouth water to taste her.
“Oh,” she was moaning softly. “Oh, it feels so…so good. But I’m afraid.”
“It’s okay, Mia,” Trey growled softly, looking in her eyes. “It’s okay, just keep petting your soft little pussy…just let it happen…let yourself come.”
“But I don’t know how to…Oh!” her eyes got wide and her body started to tremble. “Oh, Trey,” she gasped, stiffening. “Oh, Trey!”
He could tell she was coming and her pleasure was so beautiful, so arousing, he couldn’t stop himself. Leaning down, he took her mouth in a gentle but passionate kiss, catching her cries and moans and savoring them as Mia had her very first orgasm.
At first, she didn’t seem to know what to do but then she kissed him back—fiercely. And all the while her fingers continued to work under the hem of the shirt she wore and the scent of her desire rose to him, making Trey so hard he ached. Still, he held himself back from touching her—from doing anything but kissing her. He had told her to reclaim her body and he meant it—he wasn’t about to take this moment away from her—the moment when she took ownership of herself and her pleasure for the first time.
At last Mia broke the kiss and collapsed back against his arm, panting.
“Oh, Trey,” she whispered, looking up at him with wide, wondering eyes. “I never…never knew anything like that could happen. Maybe you’re right. Maybe women do have needs too!”
“Told you so.” He grinned lazily down at her. “Did it feel good to meet your own needs, little one?”
“Better than good—amazing,” she admitted. “But…are you sure it’s all right?”
“Perfectly all right,” Trey assured her. “Giving yourself pleasure is nothing to be ashamed of, no matter what anybody has told you in the past.” In fact, he fully expected to give himself some pleasure whenever she went back to the sleeping chamber. There was no way he could get to sleep with a hard-on like this.
“Oh, but…” Mia pulled her hand out from under the shirt. “But it makes me all, uh, wet and sticky. I think I need to go wash up.”
“Let me.” Taking her wrist, Trey brought her hand to his face and inhaled deeply. Her rich, feminine scent made him feel dizzy with lust and her delicate fingers were shiny with her honey. He felt his cock surge as he took them in his mouth, sucking deeply as her flavor exploded across his tongue, lighting up the pleasure centers of his brain like nothing else but actually getting between her thighs and tasting her could have.
“Oh, you don’t have to do that!” Mia protested, though she didn’t try to pull away.
“I want to.” He looked up, hearing the growl of lust in his own voice but unable to stop it. “Love to taste your honey, little one. The only thing better would be tasting it right from the source—right from between your legs.”
“Oh!” Mia looked at him with wide, shocked eyes. “You mean you’d want to kiss my…kiss me down there the same way you’d want to suck my nipples?”
“More than anything,” Trey assured her hoarsely.
“But…on the inside too? Not just the outside?” Her eyes were still dilated with pleasure and need.
“Especially on the inside,” Trey assured her. “I’d love to spread you open and taste your inner folds…love to drag my tongue over your hot little clit and feel your soft little hands in my hair, pulling me closer while you begged for more…while you begged me to make you come.”
“You could make me come with your tongue the way I made myself come with my fingers?” she asked, looking surprised.
Trey gave her a half-lidded look. “Actually, a lot of females say that the pleasure they get from oral attention is some of the most intense they’ve ever experienced.”
“Oh…” Her eyes were still wide with wonder. “In the class we had in school, when they talked about males and their needs, we were told that we might have to…to suck a male’s shaft sometimes. But the school mistress didn’t say anything about, uh, the other way around.”
“It doesn’t sound to me like your culture values female pleasure very much,” Trey said, frowning.
“And yours does?” Mia asked.
“Kindred culture is practically founded on it,” Trey told her. “We don’t just want to taste and pleasure our females—we need to. It’s a biological imperative.”
Mia shook her head. “But how can that be? Why would you need to bring your women pleasure? To…meet their needs?”
“A genetic anomaly in our DNA sequence means that my race is 95% male,” Trey explained. “So competition for females has always been intense. If you taste and pleasure your female on a regular basis, you can strengthen your bond and tie her to you more closely. And since losing his mate is often akin to losing his life, a Kindred’s very existence depends on keeping his female well-pleasured and happy.”
Mia nodded. “That makes sense, I guess.” She looked at him shyly. “So does that mean in order to meet your needs…I have to let you meet mine?”
“Now you’re beginning to understand.” Trey gave her a lazy smile. “But for tonight, I think we’ve done enough.”
Not that he didn’t long to get on his kne
es before her and lap more of her sweet, salty pussy honey right from her well, but they had already gone as far as he felt Mia was ready to go. Also, she looked tired—she’d had an incredibly long and stressful day, he reminded himself. She needed to get some sleep. No, he would just have to jerk off to take care of his own needs tonight and save tasting her for later.
“Well…” Mia looked uncertain but then she yawned, as though to confirm his thought. “All right,” she said at last. “But I still want to meet your needs soon…if you’ll let me, Trey.”
“I’d like nothing more, but we need to get to know each other better first.” Though they had made an excellent start tonight, he thought. “Why don’t you go to bed now, Mia?” he asked softly.
“I’d like to,” she murmured and now he saw that her eyelids were drooping. “But I’m too tired to get…” She yawned again. “To get off the couch.”
“All right then—I’ll tuck you in.”
Standing, he scooped her into his arms and though she protested sleepily, he could tell she didn’t really mind. In fact, she cuddled against him and rubbed her cheek against his chest with a little murmur of pleasure.
Looking down at the delicate, curvy little female in his arms, Trey felt like his heart might burst.
Thank you, Goddess, he thought as he carried Mia to the sleeping chamber and laid her carefully on the bed. Thank you for sending her to me—for overcoming all the obstacles and bringing Mia into my life against all the odds. Truly, you are good. Thank you.
Mia sighed sleepily and turned on her side as Trey tucked the covers snuggly around her so she wouldn’t get cold in the night. Leaning over, he brushed her cheek with a kiss and murmured, “Sweet dreams, little one.”
“G’night, Trey.” Her voice was indistinct, already blurred with sleep.
Trey smiled as he straightened up and went to close the door. Mia looked warm and snug under the blankets. He wished he could be beside her, holding her and keeping her warm himself.
Soon, he promised himself. Soon she’ll ask me into her bed because she wants me there, not just out of a sense of obligation. Soon I’ll be able to Claim her.
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