Page 38 of Countdown to Murder
Her eyes were still cool, but her voice was heated. She’s so tiny, but so fierce. I wondered how many people who’d underestimated her were now dead. On second thought, it was probably best I didn’t know the total.
“Their threats to kill me or enslave me are empty — they won’t risk all-out war with His Majesty. I wasn’t planning to take things so far tonight, in any event. Tonight is going to be about exploring and learning each other’s bodies. One shouldn’t lose their virginity on the same night they experience their first orgasm. Or I don’t think that’s the way it should work. It seems to me, you need time to process it before you experience the big event.”
“Big event? Is that some kind of metaphor?”
I smiled. “You’ve seen my dick, what do you think?”
She started to look down but then crossed her arms and met my gaze, her body a sculpture. Granite carved in sharp relief. “I haven’t seen it when it’s engorged.”
I couldn’t have held my smile back if I’d tried. “Hard, Darlin’. You haven’t seen it when it’shard.”
Her brow wrinkled, her hands moved to her hips, and she was flesh and blood again. “Are you sure?”
I pulled her to me and snugged her head against my chest. “The medical term is engorged, but we don’t use that when we talk about sex. Just like we say clit and not clitoris, lips and not labia, pussy and not vagina.”
“Why?”
“Medical shit isn’t sexy. Get naked and in bed. Cover up with a sheet if you want. I’m going to give you a back massage, to start. I need to warm up some coconut oil, and I’ll be right there.”
“Okay, but you have to be naked, too.”
Not a problem. I was having her undress herself because I thought there was a better chance of me controlling myself long enough to give her a proper backrub if I handled this like a formal massage instead of a seduction.
But it was very much going to be a seduction.
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Mira
Five minutes into the backrub, and I wondered if agreeing to not having sex tonight was such a good idea. On the one hand, it probably let me relax and enjoy thingsmore, but on the other hand, his fingers were magical and I wanted them to keep moving down, but he stopped at the small of my back, and he was sitting on my butt, and I wanted to wiggle my butt, but I didn’t dare.
His fingers worked my shoulders and neck, and a groan came out when I didn’t mean for it to.
“There we go,” he said, his voice soft. “Relax and enjoy. We won’t do anything you don’t want to do.”
“And what if I want to do more?”
His fingers paused a fraction of a second and kept going. “What do you want to do?”
I wanted to suggest my butt muscles needed a massage after riding in a car for four hours, but I lost my nerve.
“Darlin’? Don’t tell me you’re going to shy away from the truth now. Talk to me.”
I squeezed my eyes closed because I couldhearone of my teachers reminding me not to let someone push my buttons by insinuating I was a coward.
But I couldn’t help myself. Panda was right. I needed to say what I was thinking even if it scared me.
“My butt might be a little tight from the long car ride.”
He chuckled, moved back, pulled the sheet off my ass, and ran his hands down both sides of my spine, from shoulders to the backs of my thighs, and then slid them back to my butt cheeks and started massaging. The heel of his palms pressed into the largest muscles and smoothedacross them. I moaned again before I realized I was going to.
“Your wish is my command.”
Whatever had been going on between my legs ramped up even more, and my hips pressed towards the bed and then up into the air of their own volition. My skin seemed to vibrate like a drum stretched too tight, so it picked up nearby vibrations. Heat pooled in my abdomen, and I didn’t know if it was lust or fear or a combination of the two.
“Fuck, I don’t know what to do,” I admitted. “So many new sensations I don’t understand.”
“Let them build, Darlin’. When it’s time, I’ll show you how we deal with them. I promise I can give you relief without using my dick tonight.” Once again, the timbre of his voice seemed different. Intimate. Deep. Just for me.
