Total pages in book: 130
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117336 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 469(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Our bed is freshly made, the sheets scented with laundry soap. The windows to our room are wide open, letting in a night breeze. To my surprise, Melina moves towards them and pulls the shutters closed. "Are you cold?" I ask, curious. "Shall I ask the servants to build a fire?"
She turns to look at me, startled. "Oh…I'm not cold. I was just closing it so sound doesn't carry."
Her words are rushed, as if she's flustered. Curious. For someone who claims to not want me, she's oddly excited about this. Perhaps it truly is sensational for females. Then again, if she was offering to suck on my cock with eagerness in her gaze, would I turn her down? Absolutely not. "Will you be loud, then? Or do you think I will be?"
Melina ignores me, and that flare of heat trails through her scent, telling me that she's listening. She moves toward the bed and I close the doors behind me, unable to take my eyes off her. When her hands go to the thin straps of her dress, I realize what she is doing. "Wait."
She looks over at me, confused. "What is it?"
"I want to undress you."
Her lips part, and her hands pause, then smooth down her skirts. She attempts a smile as I move toward her. "I thought you just wanted to go down on me."
"I do. That is still my plan. But…" I reach forward and brush my fingers over one beautiful shoulder, grazing a fingertip along the strap. She shivers and more of her arousal scent floods the air. "I want to look at you. I want to learn your body. It will give me pleasure, great pleasure, but I won't do it if it displeases you. I just…wanted to touch you. Pleasure you. Tonight is all about you."
Melina is silent. She licks her lips, glancing up at me, and then nods. "This isn't me consenting to sex, by the way."
"Of course not." I feel as if I have won a great victory.
"This is just me agreeing to let you undress me so you can lick my pussy."
"Absolutely." I run my fingers under that thin strap and then ease it down her shoulder. "I would not dream of more."
"Okay," she breathes. "Good."
Her eyes flutter closed, and she remains still as I tug on the other strap, guiding it down her arm. It leaves an open expanse of her perfect brown skin and the pale peach gown sags, showing me the line of her cleavage and the swells of her breasts. Fascinated, I dip a finger to the front of the dress and tug lower, and the entire thing slithers to the floor, exposing her to my gaze. Melina wears nothing but a colorful undergarment across her hips and cunt, and the rest of her is completely bare, save for her feet, which are clad in her practical boots.
I gaze at her newly revealed breasts, fascinated. They are small, with dark, tight nipples that seem to tilt up. It seems grabby of me to seize one of her breasts directly. The tension has returned to her body, so I decide to ease her into my touch. I run my fingers across her shoulder, brushing over her soft, soft skin. "I did not imagine that you would feel so good to touch," I confess. "It is not something I ever thought of, touching another. But when your skin gleams in the light of the candles, my fingers twitch with the need to touch you. To see if you are as soft under my hand as you look."
"And am I?" Melina's reply is husky, her eyes still closed.
"Softer," I admit, fascinated. Touching her feels better than anything. I delay, wanting to savor her and this moment just a bit longer. So I skim my fingers up her arm and then circle around her, running my hand along her back and shoulders. "Is there any part of me touching you that you prefer? Anything I should avoid?"
She lifts a hand and rubs the base of her neck. "Actually, while you're back there, if you could rub my shoulders, I'd be grateful. I was doing inventory and I had a long day hunching over my desk."
Rub her shoulders? I place one hand on her, and then the other, and she makes a breathy sound in her throat.
"Your hands are warm," she whispers. "Feels good."
She likes my touch? My cock is shockingly hard and erect, straining against my robes. Just touching her like this is making my shaft throb with need. What would it be like if we truly were ma—ah, lovers? I am eager to find out…but this is about her tonight. I caress her shoulders, entirely uncertain what a “shoulder massage” entails. "How do you want me to rub you?"
"Just rub," she tells me.