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“Just have to lick your inner thighs, baby,” he told her patiently. “So I can see which one has the better vein before I bite you. And after that, you’ll have my essence inside you and you’ll be able to heat yourself up, jut like I can—at least for a little while. So what do you say?” he raised his eyebrows at her. “Are you interested?”
“Well…” Madeline nibbled her lush lower lip some more. “So you only have to lick my thighs?”
“Just your thighs,” Grath promised.For now, anyway.He wouldn’t do anything she didn’t want—he knew her history. But he was pretty sure shedidwant this. Her soft little body was crying out for it—crying out to be tasted and licked and made to come. Why else would she have had that erotic dream she’d told him about? Why else would the warm, feminine fragrance of a female in heat be drifting enticingly from between her thighs?
But one thing at a time. He would give her a moment and let her decide for herself.
At last, Madeline looked up at him and nodded.
“All right,” she said. “As long as you’re just licking and biting my thighs.”
“Good.” Grath slid out of bed, taking one of the pillows with him. This he placed beneath his knees as he pulled Madeline around so that her legs hung off the side of the bed, facing him. The pillow was a necessity—he was going to take his sweet time with her, which meant he was going to be down here a while and the wooden floor was fucking hard. But it was all going to be worth it to eventually kiss and lick and taste her sweet pussy.
“Now prop some pillows under your head,” he instructed her, as he knelt between her spread thighs. “I want you to watch me do this.”
Madeline did as he said, propping the fluffy pillows under her head so that she could watch him kneeling between her thighs.
“Now what?” Her voice was an uncertain whisper.
“Now just relax and let me work on you, baby,” Grath told her. Lightly, he skimmed his fingertips up and down her inner thighs, which had opened just for him.
Madeline shivered and shifted her hips.
“Grath!” she exclaimed breathlessly. “What…what are you doing?”
“It’s all part of the process of calling a vein,” Grath assured her. “Just relax baby, I’m going to be down here a while.”
Then, starting at the inside of her right knee, he began leaving a trail of soft, hot, lingering kisses up her inner thigh. Her skin was as smooth as satin and slightly salty under his lips and he could feel her trembling lightly as he moved slowly closer to that naughty little red triangle where the damp patch was growing ever wider.
At last he reached the place where her thigh joined her body and spent a long moment there, licking and sucking the tender flesh. He was aware of the way Madeline was shifting restlessly and the way her breathing was speeding up. But he pretended not to notice that the side of his face was brushing against her pussy mound as he lapped her thigh.
And then, just as she was beginning to get really agitated, he stopped. Moving back to her inner left knee, he started the whole process again of kissing his way down her leg to her inner thigh.
But the time he reached her core again the damp patch on her panties had grown considerably and Madeline was making muffled little sounds of need. The sweet scent of her desire was nearly overwhelming but it was clear she still wasn’t ready to ask for what she wanted—what sheneeded.
Grath saw he would have to push the ruse a little further. Frowning, he sat back for a moment, as though considering the situation.
“What…what is it? Why did you stop? Why haven’t you bitten me yet?” Madeline panted.
“Well…there’s a problem.” Grath frowned. “Your panties are in the way—they’re keeping me from seeing everything I need to see.”
“They…they are?” Madeline asked, looking down at herself. “But if I take them off…”
“Then your soft little pussy will be all bare,” Grath rumbled, looking up at her with half-lidded eyes. “And I’ll see how wet you’re getting. Is that it, baby?”
“Well…yes,” Madeline admitted, biting her lip again. “It’s so…soembarrassing.”
“Why should something as natural as getting wet make you embarrassed, baby?” Grath asked reasonably. “It’s perfectly normal—I’m kissing and licking a fucking sensitive area here. Ofcourseyour soft little pussy is going to get wet.”
“Well…” He could tell his words were both turning her on, and putting her more at ease, which was his intention. “IguessI…I could take them off,” she said at last.
“Good girl,” Grath rumbled. “Here—I’ll help you.”
Reaching up, he hooked his fingers through the stretchy elastic sides of the red panties and—when Madeline lifted her hips—he pulled them down and off her ankles.
But he didn’t toss them aside. Instead, he lifted them to his nose and inhaled deeply, breathing in her hot, wild scent—the scent of a female going into heat—before placing them carefully on the side of the bed.
Madeline watched him with wide eyes as he did this.
