Chapter 401: Being Alive Again 1 +R18
Knowing that this woman gave him the right to kiss her like this.
He deepened the kiss, one of his hands sliding achingly slowly down her back to press her against him even more. He wanted to move his hand to the more interesting parts of her front, but he was oddly content just to hold her like this while he taught her more about the art of kissing with infinite patience. He pressed a little harder, hungry for just a little more, and coaxed her tongue from her mouth with his own. Truthfully, She didn’t understand what he wanted, and he knew she was confused by the change in the angle of his mouth as it slanted over hers.
"Give me your tongue." Lian whispered hoarsely against her lips.
"What?" She asked dazedly.
"Your tongue." He said again, moving his hand lower to cup her soft butt in his palm.
"My tongue?" She said, sounding a little squeaky.
"Yes. Slip it in my mouth."
There was a moment of silence, and then she asked:
"Why?"
"I want to show you something delicious." He said, realizing that she had never done this, he felt pride to be the one to teach her, to show her.
Lian felt her warm little tongue pressing hesitatingly against his lips and opened them, sucking it hard inside his mouth.
"Oh my." She gasped – or tried to – and Lian grinned a little in pure satisfaction.
"Good, huh?" Hee asked after he let go.
"Uhm." She muttered.
Lian smirked, and closed her mouth with his again. He suckled, hard, and she made a small, helpless little sound as both his hands started kneading her ass, covered with the material of her nightdress. He pressed her body harder against the door frame, desperate to have more of her.
"Mmm..."
The kiss became urgent, and he realised at that exact moment she stopped worrying about what to do and just let her body react, because suddenly it was even more perfect; her lips moving with his, her tongue meeting and thrusting against his, tasting and feeling and exploring. The sounds they were generating were loud in the stillness of the hallway. Her moans, his groans, her sighs, his murmurs. Her accelerated breathing, his satisfied growls when she tested and tried something new, something that worked. They kept at it for a few more minutes – It might have been hours for, all he knew – and he dragged one hand up and into her hair.
"Hmm..." She gasped, and the fog lifted a little from Lian’s brain, enough to clear his mind for a few seconds, enough to make him realise that he was mauling her in the hallway.
"You finally knew we are still outside?" She asked, staring straight at his black eyes.
He laughed a little and pressed his forehead against hers, his eyes closed tightly as he tried to get a grip over his hormones. His cock was rock-hard by now, straining against the fly of his jeans. He wanted her so badly, wanted to sink into the softness, the gentleness of her embrace. Wanted to teach her everything he knew about lovemaking, demonstrating over and over until she knew exactly what was the best way to go.
But she was new, and innocent, and as appealing as the idea was, the small part of his mind that was still capable of rational thought knew that taking her right now, braced against the doorway was not only incredibly stupid, he might even anger her, and get himself killed.
She deserved to be taken slowly, gently, preferably with somebody who would take the time to show her everything she needed to know. And also, a bed would be nice.
He wants to make her feel alive, loved, and have a pleasant experience.
"Just give me a minute." He said, taking deep breaths.
"We should go inside."
He nodded at her words, and pulled her inside the apartment and closed the door behind them.
"You’re beautiful." He said the moment the door closed shut. He moved towards her, and cupped her neck, his thumb playing in the hollow of her throat.
"Right now I just want to take you to bed."
"Do it." She said. "Take me to bed. I want to feel alive again, I want... I want to know." She was quiet for a second.
"I want to feel."
Lian searched her eyes, he doesn’t know if it was the alcohol speaking, or she was truly broken down inside, all he knew was, he will try and make this her best experience... But:
"Your first time should be with somebody special." He whispered, knowing that he wouldn’t leave unless she asked him to. Knowing exactly what would happen if he stayed. This beautiful, warrior was about to ask him to make love to her, and he was powerless to deny her anything, least of all what she was offering. He was human, and male, after all.
Red Thorn looked at him. "You are special, I don’t know why, but you are." she said after a few seconds.
He laughed:
"You have to be sure." He said. "I’m not doing this if you’re not sure, because I don’t want my head to roll the next day."
"I am, and don’t worry... I won’t kill you, because I asked for this."
He smiled, and kissed her again, a sweet kiss that wasn’t about passion as much as compassion. He had feelings for her. How? Maybe from the moment he set his eyes on her months ago. He didn’t know if it was the right thing, making love to her without giving her the chance to get to know him better, but he knew that he could no more let her go right now, or he will lose his head. So he stroked her hair, marvelling at the feel as his lips taught her a few more secrets and his tongue tasted hers again. He slid the strands through his fingers and pulled her head back to taste the skin on her neck.
She tipped her head willingly, giving him better access. He teased her earlobe, nibbling lightly and flicking it with his tongue before sucking it into his mouth. The straps of her nightdress was in his way, so he used his fingers to get rid of it. He tickled the sensitive area behind her earlobe and tasted the dryness of perfume she had dabbed there. It was bitter, and though it smelled like heaven, he wanted to taste her, so he traced a line down her neck and across her collarbone, following the line of an imaginary necklace with his tongue, until the last of the perfume had rubbed off on her skin and all he could taste was the woman before him.
He explored the hollow between her collarbones, taking his time over it. Her skin was like satin – smooth, silky, and so completely feminine.
"Yes..."
She moaned, as she leaned helplessly against him, her hands around his head and her fingers tangled in his hair. She pulled at his head and he went willingly back to her mouth, to kiss and taste and take.
He was never going to get enough of her mouth, this might be the last time, so he wants to enjoy it while it last.
She stepped away for a second and crossed her arms in front of her, pulling her Nightdress over her head in one smooth move. Lian felt his breath catch in her throat when she stood in front of him in only her lacy white bra that pushed her breast together in the most perfect way imaginable, and white panties.
He slid his hands over her body reverently. She was so warm, but despite the heat in the room her nipples were hard, beaded little nubs, straining against the honeyed fabric of her thin top.
He pulled one strap over her shoulder and tasted the skin. And then his hands were in the skin of her softly rounded, perfectly proportioned hips. Lian looked her in the eyes, and she gazed back unflinchingly.
He reached behind her, holding her gaze as he undid the clasp of her bra, the movement bringing their bodies together. She made a small sound when he stepped back deliberately and let the bra join the nightdress on the floor.
"You are so lovely." He said, gazing at her body. She was so completely female, so gloriously, radiantly beautiful, and he couldn’t believe she was standing there, allowing him to desecrate her innocence. He cupped one of her breast, enjoy the way it filled his palm. The nipples was pale pink, like a very young rose just ready to bud open. He weighed a breast in each hand and was fascinated by the softness and fullness. His thumbs skated over the nipples until they were even harder. He wanted to devour her, but this first time was not for him. It was for her, to feel, learn, experience, and to feel alive; also to understand, to know, and to enjoy.
"Oh." She gasped when he bent down and took one nipple into his mouth. Just for a second did he allow himself to be selfish and suckle on it, but then he pulled back and pressed a kiss right in the middle of her cleavage. She moaned a little, but he didn’t relent.
He kissed all over her breast, spiralling teasingly toward the nipple, knowing it would drive her crazy. He nipped lightly with his teeth, and she moaned again, slightly louder this time as he took his time nibbling it.
"Do what you did again." She begged him breathlessly.
"And what was that?" He asked, teasing her by drawing his tongue round her nipple without touching it.
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