Page 40 of Cry of the Damned
“Oh, I will.”
“I know, but only if we do it my way.”
“Your way?”
He nodded. “First, I’ll let you undress me.”
“What?!” That caught me by surprise.
He kneeled between my legs, took one of my hands, and pulled me to a sitting position. He tugged at his T-shirt, encouraging me to start. As much as I wanted him, my hands trembled nervously as I tugged on the shirt and pulled it over his head. I bit my lower lip at the sight of his strong chest.
“Touch me,” he said, gripping one of my wrists and placing my hand on his abdomen. His skin was warm and inviting. Of their own accord, my fingers followed the line of one of his many tattoos. It led me to his chest, where my thumb ran over his nipple. He shuddered. Encouraged by his reaction, I pressed a kiss to the very spot. I expected to make him moan, but it was me who did as I tasted his intoxicating musk.
“My turn,” he said. “It’s only fair.”
My breath caught as he reached for my T-shirt and removed it in one swift motion. He then frowned at my bra. He struggled with what to say, opening and closing his mouth.
As soon as we’d been back in the city, procuring a bra had been one of my priorities. I appreciated Ila’s help with the binding strips of fabric she’d given me, but I much preferred this.
“Never encountered one of these?” I teased.
“It looks… complicated.” He grabbed one of the straps and lowered it. It dangled at my elbow. He did the same to the other one. “What’s next?”
With a smirk, I reached behind my back and expertly undid the clasp. The bra fell away and Kall’s mouth followed suit.
“More practical than I thought. You will have to teach me how to do that.” He spoke the words slowly while his eyes remained fixed on my breasts. “My memory doesn’t do them justice,” he said, lifting his hands and cupping me.
Simultaneously, he flicked both nipples with his thumbs, immediately making them hard. I went utterly still as he lowered his mouth to one and suckled gently. He pulled away with some difficulty and stood.
What in the blazes is he doing?
“Now, take off my pants.”
I liked this game. A lot.
With his help, I stood up. Eager to feel him against me, I pushed up and kissed him, resting my chest fully against his. The contact of warm skin against warm skin was delicious and made me quiver. Kall quivered alongside me, letting me know he was as vulnerable to me as I was to him.
Almost reluctantly, I pulled away. It took me a moment to focus on the button and zipper and remember how they worked. I fumbled with the two for a moment and finally released them. Kall stood very still and looked as if he were biting his tongue. It was then that I realized that holding back and going slow wasn’t easy for him.
He was doing it for me.
I pushed down his pants, and they fell around his ankles. To my utter surprise, he wasn’t wearing any underpants, and the length of him fell forward unapologetically. I had seen him naked before, but it hadn’t been like this. Seeing him aroused… I never imagined it would be so… I had no words, only a feeling deep in my belly, some primal question that urgently needed an answer.
Taking a step closer, I reached out to touch him, but he stopped me.
“No, Sheela. I told you, I want to make sure you enjoy it. If I let you do that, I’ll be lost.” He kneeled in front of me. “My turn again.”
He lowered my pants first and seemed immediately hypnotized by my lacy panties. He touched the seam tentatively.
“These are so pretty. I have to approve.”
I barely noticed when he removed my shoes and socks, and then stripped off my pants completely. When he was done, he gently laid me down back on the soft ground, the only garment left between us was a pair of panties.
He kneeled between my legs, lay on top of me, and began to kiss me again. He started with my mouth, then slowly made his way down to my neck, my collarbone, and my breasts. He spent several minutes kissing and caressing them. My back arched as he seemed intent on driving me to madness. Then his mouth traveled further south until he was kissing the edge of my panties, his fingers and teeth teasing the elastic band and slowly pulling it down until he swiftly removed them just as I was about to beg him to stop torturing me.
“I’ve wanted you for so long,” he said against my belly, his breath hot on my skin.
His hands pressed against the back of my knees. Slowly, his right hand started climbing up my inner thigh, moving slowly in circular motions. At the same time, his tongue mimicked the movement right below my belly button.
