“Yes,” Jillian breathed, nodding back. “Yes, go…go ahead.”
“Thank you, Mistress,” he growled softly, and sucked her right nipple into his warm, wet mouth.
Jillian moaned breathlessly as she felt him circle her tender peak with his tongue. Again, he was gentle and slow, just as he had been while he was massaging her, and she felt her body responding to him exactly as it had the day before.
“God, I love the way you touch my breasts!” she blurted, before she could stop herself.
“Hmm?” Kalis hummed inquisitively, turning his eyes up to hers, though he never stopped circling her peak with his tongue.
“I mean, most guys are so rough,” Jillian went on, trying to explain. “But you’re gentle…you take things slowly. It’s just…my breasts are really sensitive. So I don’t like to be pinched and pulled all around. That’s all,” she ended rather lamely.
At last, Kalis let her nipple slip from between his lips.
“I’m very glad I can bring you pleasure while I heal you, little Mistress,” he growled softly. “I can tell how sensitive your sweet peaks are, which is why I would never treat them roughly.” He ran the tip of his tongue gently around her tingling right nipple. “Shall we test and make certain you’re fully healed?”
“How…how would you do that?” Jillian whispered, her breath catching in her throat.
“By sucking just a little harder—taking your nipple and breast deep into my mouth, and seeing if I can give you even more pleasure. Just to be certain the nerve endings weren’t affected adversely by the venom,” he added.
“Oh, well…yes, I guess.” Jillian nodded. “I mean, it’s important to be thorough—right?”
“Exactly,” Kalis growled, his silver-green eyes half-lidded with lust. “Extremely important, little Mistress.”
“Then go ahead.” Jillian arched her back, pressing her breasts into his face. “Do it, Kalis. Make…make sure I’m healed.”
“As my Mistress wishes,” he murmured. And then he was sucking her right nipple deeply into his mouth, taking as much of her breast as he could at one time.
Jillian moaned and found that her fingers had somehow slipped into his thick hair. When he sucked her nipple deep and hard, she was ready to let him because he’d built her pleasure gradually. The intense suction sent sparks of pleasure straight to her pussy, which was getting so wet and hot Jillian had to press her legs together tightly. She hoped her juices weren’t leaking out to coat her inner thighs—that would be so embarrassing when he finally got around to healing that part of her!
But at the moment, Kalis seemed wholly focused on her breasts. Again, just as she had during the massage, Jillian found herself thinking he wasn’t like other men she’d been with in the past. Rather than rushing to get to the “best part”—aka penetrative sex—he seemed willing to spend hours just building her pleasure as he licked and sucked her nipples until she moaned helplessly.
But at last, he let her left nipple slip from between his lips and looked up at her.
“Mistress,” he growled hoarsely. “I think it’s time I moved lower and healed the rest of you.”
“Um…all right.” Jillian nodded. “Can you, uh, reach me all right?” she asked. Because of his great height, the big Kindred was going to have to crouch pretty low if he was going to heal her belly and thighs.
“I can if I do this.” He slid off the couch onto his knees before her and looked up. “All right with you, little Mistress?”
“Sure.” Jillian nodded. “I guess so.”
“Good.” His eyes gleamed in the golden glow of the firelight. “Because I can’t fucking wait to taste the rest of you.”
“But…” Jillian started to protest that he was only supposed to be healing her. The words died on her lips, however, as his warm, wet tongue began to caress the skin under her breasts.
Slowly, methodically, Kalis healed every inch of her, moving down and down and down as each new patch of skin showed pale and new. Until at last, the only thing left to heal was the top of her pussy mound…and her inner thighs.
“Mistress,” he growled, looking up. “I need to reposition you to finish this healing. How do you feel about lying down on the couch for me?”
Jillian caught her lower lip between her teeth. Part of her was reluctant to do this—to make herself so completely vulnerable. But the other part was begging for it—begging her to let him in and let him lap all her most sensitive areas with that warm, wet tongue of his.
“I…I guess so,” she said at last. “But just to heal me, all right?”
“Of course, little Mistress,” he agreed, his eyes heavy-lidded as he looked up at her. “Just lay back on the couch and get comfortable so I can heal you.”
Heart thumping, Jillian sat down on the couch but Kalis shook his head.