Ruby Shadows (51 page)

I sighed. “Yes, but unfortunately…”

“
I have no soul. Which
puts a crimp in our relationship right from the start.” He seemed
to hesitate for a moment. “What if I could acquire a soul somehow?
Or even a piece of one?”

“
Are you thinking of
stealing one from some hapless, unsuspecting person?” I asked,
raising an eyebrow. “Because I wouldn’t want that, Laish—it
wouldn’t be right.”

“
Yes, well…it was just a
thought.” He shook his head. “Forget I said it.”

“
Look, can we just get on
with this?” I asked, shifting from foot to foot. “I mean, before I
lose my nerve?”

“
Not very romantic of you
but completely understandable.” He pulled me down to sit beside him
on the bed. Yes, we can ‘get on with it,’ as you so poetically put
it,
mon ange.”

“
I’m just a little nervous
is all,” I admitted in a low voice. “I’d sort of given up on the
idea of ever doing this. Of ever…”

“
Giving yourself
sexually?” His eyes were suddenly half-lidded again, glowing like
hot coals.

“
Well…yes.” I looked down
at my fingers, twisting in my lap. “I guess so.”

“
Gwendolyn…” He raised my
chin with one hand, making me meet his eyes. I saw lust burning in
those ruby red depths but also tenderness and caring. “I swear, my
darling,” he murmured, “That I will be gentle with you. I want your
first experience to be completely pleasurable with no fear to mar
it.”

“
Thank you. I know you do.
I…I trust you.” It occurred to me that even a few days ago I never
would have said those words to him, let alone meant them. But they
came naturally to me now and they were the absolute truth. I knew
Laish well enough at this point to know that he wanted my pleasure
more than his own and that he would always put my comfort
first.

“
Always,
mon ange
,” he murmured,
stroking my cheek. “So let us begin.”

“
All right.” Taking a deep
breath, I stood up again and untied the sash of the robe. Then I
let it fall to the ground, baring my body for him completely. If we
were going to do this, then I was going for it. No half
measures.

Laish sucked in a breath.

“
So beautiful… You take my
breath away, Gwendolyn,” he said in a low voice. “Truly you
do.”

“
Thank you,” I said. I
could feel my cheeks getting hot but I lifted my chin. “Now
you—it’s not fair if I’m the only one naked.”

“
True.” He chuckled
softly.

“
What’s so funny?” I
demanded as he stood and began stripping off his
clothes.

“
It occurs to me that not
so long ago you insisted that one of us must always be at least
partially clothed. You said that both of us being naked at the same
time was ‘dangerous.’”

“
Well, that was before,” I
pointed out. “When we were trying not to…to do what we’re about to
do. Now we’re going for it no matter what, so all the rules are out
the window.”

“
Maybe not,” he said. “Let
us take things slowly and see where the situation leads
us.”

“
How do you want to
start?” I asked. The old fashioned oil lamp was turned low and the
soft golden light it shed gave the little tent bedroom a magical
glow.

“
Like this.” Laish pulled
me down to sit on the edge of the bed and kissed me. The kiss
started off soft but then it grew in intensity and hunger until I
found I was carried away with it and kissing him back eagerly. His
mouth tasted like cinnamon and some rich spice I’d never had before
and the warm, masculine scent of his skin seemed to envelope me
completely.

At last he drew back, breaking the kiss and
leaving me breathless. He seemed so big sitting beside me on the
bed—so strong and imposing yet I knew his strength would only be
used to protect me, never to threaten me. I felt safe with him,
safe enough to bare my neck for him when he nuzzled me there with
his mouth…safe enough to moan for more when he kissed and licked
the sensitive column of my throat.

“
I’ll give you
more,
mon ange,”
he promised. “But slowly…we must not rush. I want you to
enjoy your first time—and I wish to enjoy it with you.”

I wasn’t about to protest, especially when
he kissed his way down my neck and chest and started licking my
sensitive nipples.

“
Laish…” I moaned softly
as he sucked one into his mouth and nipped the tight peak gently,
sending a tingle of pleasure/pain straight to my pussy. “Oh,
Goddess…”

“
The Goddess is not here,”
he murmured, releasing me and looking up. “Neither are the Creator
or the Destroyer. There is only you and me,
mon ange,
and tonight I intend to
worship your body with my own…to treat our union as a holy
sacrament.” He kissed my breast reverently

“
Laish…” I whispered
again. “That’s…beautiful.”

“
You are beautiful,
mon ange.
And you
deserve to be treated with love and respect—to feel completely at
ease during your first time.”

“
You’re doing a pretty
good job of putting me at ease so far,” I admitted breathlessly,
pressing my other breast towards him.

“
I am glad. Mmm…” He
cupped both breasts in his big, warm hands. “I love how dark your
nipples are—like ripe berries. I can’t get enough of them.” He
sucked my other nipple, lashing it with his tongue, then taking it
as deeply into his mouth as he could.

The hot, wet pull against my sensitive peak
made my pussy throb. I gasped and threaded my fingers through his
hair as I shifted on the bed, unable to sit still during his sweet
torture.

He seemed to like that because he moved to
my right nipple again while twisting the left gently between his
thumb and finger. I moaned appreciatively, thrusting my breasts out
shamelessly to offer him greater access. I knew I shouldn’t act
like this but I couldn’t help how good his hands and mouth felt on
my body. And I wanted to enjoy myself—to enjoy this pleasure which
was going to cost me so dearly in such a short time.

Laish seemed to spend forever on my breasts
and nipples and I could feel my pussy getting wetter and wetter the
whole time as I shifted and squirmed all over the bed, wondering
when he would go further. Wondering when we would get around to the
main event.

When at last he looked up from my breasts, I
fully expected him to say it was time. I certainly felt like it
was—I was wet and hot and ready to do what I’d been dreaming about
for years.

But instead of getting on top of me or
getting me onto my hands and knees like the vision I’d seen in the
mirror, he slid off the bed and started to part my thighs.

“
Wait a minute.” I tensed
my legs, keeping them closed. “What are you doing? We already did
this last night—there’s no way we can break the barrier by
committing the same sin twice, is there?”

“
This is not just about
breaking the barrier to the last circle,” Laish murmured, looking
up. “It’s about preparing you…and about tasting your luscious pussy
one last time.” He licked his lips and kissed the top of my thigh,
letting me feel the wet heat of his mouth. “Also, I need to make
sure you’re wet enough to take me. What better way to to encourage
your honey to flow and your pussy to open for me than by tasting
your sweet cunt?”

As always, his dirty words turned me on more
than I wanted to admit. Although I still felt a little self
conscious about letting him do this, his clear enjoyment of it
helped me relax and allow it.

“
Well…” I let my thighs
drift apart slowly. “I guess if you really want to…”

“
More than anything.”
Laish insinuated himself between my legs at once, his broad
shoulders splitting me wide. “Gods, you’re already so wet,
mon ange.”

Looking down, I saw that it was true. Last
night, at least, I’d had the little white panties to help contain
my moisture. Tonight I was bare and my pussy was swollen with need
and shiny with my juices. So were my inner thighs—proving exactly
how much I wanted him.

“
Goddess…” Feeling
incredibly self conscious about my body’s obvious reaction to
Laish’s touch, I made a halfhearted attempt to close my
legs.

He put his hands on my knees and held them
open gently but firmly.

“
Don’t be ashamed of your
needs, Gwendolyn,” he murmured. “Your lust is beautiful to me. I
love how wet you get.”

“
It’s embarrassing,” I
mumbled, feeling like my cheeks were burning.

“
It’s
beautiful,”
he countered. “Not to
mention incredibly hot. Now spread wide for me, my little witch,
and let me lick you clean.”

Feeling like my heart was pounding in every
part of my body at once, I did as he said. I still felt a little
embarrassed but what else could I do? I had made a conscious
decision to trust Laish and I wasn’t going to change it now.

Still, I couldn’t help writhing when I felt
his hot, wet tongue dragging over the tender flesh of my inner
thighs. Laish seemed to enjoy my reaction because he did it again
and again, lapping my sensitive skin and sending shivers through my
entire body. He really was licking me clean, just as he’d said he
would—getting every drop of my honey off my thighs before turning
his attention to my pussy.

The night before when he’d been tasting me,
he’d been very slow and careful, simply pressing the flat of his
tongue against me and barely moving for most of the time. Tonight,
it seemed he’d decided to take a more direct approach.

He licked me, long and slow and hard,
starting at the bottom of my slit and dragging his tongue up to the
very top of my cleft, making me jump and moan with each long,
deliberate lick.

I hadn’t thought I could stand direct
contact to my throbbing clit but Laish proved me wrong with each
stroke of his tongue. Maybe it was because his tongue was so much
softer than any hand or fingers could be or maybe it was just
because I was so incredibly aroused from the way he’d kissed me and
sucked my nipples for so long. For whatever reason when I felt his
hot, wet tongue dragging over my swollen folds and sensitive nub, I
didn’t jerk away or feel like it was too much. To the contrary, it
felt just right—so right I would have come right away if Laish
hadn’t pulled back.

“
What…what are you doing?”
I gasped, looking down at him. “I was getting close…really
close.”

“
I know you were,
mon ange,
but if we are
to break the barrier, we must save your orgasm for last,” he
murmured.

I saw the truth of what he said but I
couldn’t help being disappointed. My whole body was attuned to his
touch—aching to find the sweet release I craved. But I couldn’t
have that—not yet.

“
All right,” I said,
taking a few deep breaths to try and regain control. “Now
what?”

His eyes were half-lidded. “It occurs to me
that while I have tasted the outer part of your pussy, I have never
penetrated you with my tongue. Perhaps we should see if that has
any effect on the barrier.”

“
We…we should?” I bit my
lip, feeling nervous all over again.

“
I think so. Why, does the
idea of my tongue buried in your sweet little cunt make you
uneasy,
mon ange?
Do you fear to open yourself and let me tonguefuck
you?”

I caught my breath at his
dirty words. Goddess, I
loved
when he talked like that—especially when he
looked at me with those hot, half-lidded eyes burning with lust at
the same time.

“
No,” I said, taking him
up on his challenge. “No, I…I’m not afraid.”

“
Good. Then you won’t mind
if I do this.” He rose for a moment and grabbed one of the pillows
beside me on the bed. Then he fitted it under my bottom, elevating
me, making me even more open for him.

“
Laish…” I protested
halfheartedly.

“
What?” He raised an
eyebrow at me. “I thought you were not afraid.”

“
I’m not,” I said, my
voice shaking only a little. After all, he’d had his fingers inside
me and he was shortly going to have his shaft inside me too, if
this didn’t pay the debt. It was just that this act felt so
personal…the idea of his tongue sliding into my pussy was so
intimate.

“
It
is
intimate,
mon ange,”
he murmured, placing a
soft kiss on my inner thigh. “That is what makes it so pleasurable.
Knowing that you trust me enough to open yourself completely—to let
me taste you to your very core. Gods, it makes my shaft hard just
to think of it!”

Knowing that this turned him on so much made
it easier for me to relax. I loved how into tasting me he was—how
much it seemed to arouse him.

“
Of course it arouses me,”
Laish growled softly, clearly catching my thought. “The idea of
pressing my mouth to your sweet cunt…of giving you such a deep and
intimate kiss…of bringing you pleasure and lapping away your sweet
honey as it flows over my tongue as you moan and buck against
me—nothing could be more arousing.”

“
Do it then,” I whispered,
spreading my thighs a little wider. “Do it to me, Laish. I…I want
you to.”