Burning for Love (Kindred Tales)

“It only helps if you can have an orgasm,” he rumbled in her ear. “Or ‘reach the pinnacle,’ as the books I showed you put it.”

“But what is an orgasm? What pinnacle are they talking about?” Rissa asked breathlessly.

“It’s a physical release you feel after stroking and touching yourself for a while,” he explained. “Think, Princess—do you feel anything building inside you?”

As a matter of fact, she did. There was a feeling—almost like a wire tightening in her lower belly—that felt as though it must snap soon. Rissa told him this, trying to explain the strange sensation, and the big Kindred nodded.

“Yes, that’s it,” he said encouragingly. “Just keep stroking your Goddess pearl until the wire snaps.”

“But…but I’m not sure if I can make it before my Cycle gets too high,” Rissa panted. “My…my points are getting so very hot, James. I’m afraid I’ll need another cold bath soon!”

“No, you won’t, if you’ll let me cool them down,” James said confidently.

“Cool them down? How?” Rissa asked breathlessly.

“With my mouth,” he murmured. “I can drop my body temperature there as well as I can in my hands and the rest of my body when I touch you, Princess. Will you let me?”

“Yes, but…but how can you reach me?” Rissa panted. She really was beginning to get overheated, now. But the pleasure was building and building inside her and she didn’t want to stop.

“Like this,” James growled. Picking her up easily, he turned her around so that she was straddling his lap and facing him instead of sitting between his legs. “Keep touching yourself, Princess,” he murmured, his blue eyes half-lidded with desire. “Keep petting your soft little pussy while I suck your ripe nipples.”

Rissa moaned as he took one of her hot points between his lips and sucked it into the cool depths of his mouth. Oh, Goddess—that felt so good! She had never imagined such sensations in her life. No wonder Lady Mildew had been so adamant about keeping her from touching herself—nothing that felt this good could be quite legal, she was certain. And yet, she still didn’t want to stop.

But though her fingers flew between her thighs as the big Kindred sucked her hot, sensitive nipples, the pleasure wasn’t progressing fast enough. Rissa could tell that, though she was building towards something, the wire in her belly wouldn’t snap until it was too late. Her Fire blood was rushing too quickly, forcing her temperature higher and hotter every second.

“James!” she gasped, panting with heat. “I…I’m not going to make it! I’m afraid I’ll explode before I can reach the pinnacle.”

He let her nipple slip from his mouth and frowned.

“No, you won’t sweetheart,” he said firmly. “Here—let me.”

He reached between her legs again—this time with his right hand—the metal one. Rissa wasn’t sure what to expect but, just as it had when he touched other parts of her body, his metal hand felt exactly like his flesh hand.

Except then it began to vibrate.

She gasped in surprised pleasure as his long fingers buzzed and hummed, circling her Goddess pearl and doubling, then trebling her pleasure.

Suddenly, she was there—at the pinnacle—the summit of pleasure. Her back arched, her muscles tensed and her toes curled as warm waves of sensation drenched her like ocean waves. At the same time, Rissa felt the fire inside her rise upwards like a gout of flame…and then extinguish itself all at once.

And all the time, James was talking to her, holding her eyes with his own and murmuring how beautiful she was when she let the pleasure overtake her—how gorgeous and brave she was when she let herself “come.”

It was the most intense physical sensation Rissa had ever felt—and the closest she had ever been to another person. To be spread out, naked on the big Kindred’s lap, to feel his fingers stroking inside her so gently, opening her, making her his…to hear his deep, growling voice murmuring encouragement and praise as she looked into his eyes…it was all too much.

“Oh, James…James!” she gasped, and surprised herself with a sob. “Oh, Goddess…”

She collapsed against his broad chest, wetting it with her tears as the emotions overwhelmed her. The orgasm was such a release after years of pent-up frustration. And the feeling of having the fire inside her suddenly quenched was beyond wonderful. She knew that crying wasn’t the right response, but somehow she couldn’t seem to help herself. The intensity of the emotion was just too much to bear.

But if her emotional display bothered the big Kindred, he didn’t show it. He just wrapped her in his arms and held her close, pressing her to his chest and letting her cry as he stroked her trembling shoulders.

“James,” she whispered again, when she could make herself talk. “I’m so sorry. I didn’t…didn’t mean to cry all over you like that!”