Her brows furrow in that strange, alien way. “It’s just sex.”
“Then look at me when I touch you.”
“All right.” She gives me a faint smile but this time she meets my gaze. Her eyes are hiding a wealth of uncertainty, which is interesting to me. Does she normally not look her partners in the eye? Is it just me that she won’t look at, or do others care about nothing but a spread cunt? For some reason, that angers me. I fight it back, because now isn’t the time.
Instead, I watch her face as I slide my hand up and down her thigh again. She blinks a few times, but there’s no indication of pleasure. There’s no indication of fear, either. It’s like she’s completely distant.
I’ve never had a reluctant female in my bed before. Perhaps it’s my pride, but there’s something in me that wants to make this good for her. If she’s offering her body, the least I can do is pleasure it while I pleasure mine. So I stroke my hand between her thighs again, exploring her dry folds with a light touch. I find the entrance to her core, just like any other female, but when I move my fingers higher, I discover a rounded nub at the apex of her cunt. Her breath hitches when I touch it.
“What’s this?” I ask, curious.
“It’s a clit.” Her lips part and she shifts against me. “Have you never had sex before?”
“Not with a human,” I tell her, giving her my most charming smile…which probably isn’t all that charming anymore, not with the scars. “There’s a few differences, it seems.”
Her cheeks flush and her gaze darts away from mine.
I lift my hand and touch her cheek, reminding her to meet my eyes. “What spots are sensitive on a human?”
A flash of vulnerability crosses her face. “Why does it matter?”
She’s breaking my keffing heart. “It matters to me.” I skim my thumb over her full, pink bottom lip. “It’s no good if both of us don’t enjoy it. So show me which parts of this pretty little cunt like to be petted or if there’s something else I’m missing entirely.” I brush my fingers over her mouth one more time and then run my knuckles lightly down her throat, then between her tits. She’s trembling like a fawn under my touch, but that’s a better reaction than her earlier indifference, so I’ll take it.
“Well,” Piper says breathlessly after a moment. “You can…”
“Ah ah,” I murmur, gliding my fingers over her belly. “I said for you to show me, not tell me.”
Her lips part and she trembles again. “Vordigar,” she whispers. “I’m not sure…” And she trails off.
Does she think I’m going to let her get away after this? After she says my name so sweetly? I ache for her even harder than I did before. It’s the first time she’s said my name, I realize, and I want more of it. “I’m sure you can show me, Little Bit.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath, her eyes locked on mine. Her gaze slides to my mouth, and then she bites her lip. A moment later, her hand steals past mine where it rests on her belly, and I glance down. With hesitant, achingly shy movements, she slips her finger between her folds and then begins to gently rub the thing she calls a clit.
The hood of her cunt hides her from my view, so I use my fingers to pull the lips of her folds apart so I can watch her touch herself. Piper gasps at my touch, shivering, but her fingers move faster on that delicate pink pebble. She’s not touching it, I realize, but touching the skin around it, as if it’s too sensitive for her to touch directly. She circles it with small, delicate touches, and then dips her finger lower, into the entrance of her core, and spreads a bit of wetness over it. Her breathing becomes rapid, and when I look up from watching her, I notice she’s watching me. Her eyes are locked on mine, her lips parted as she touches herself.
It’s the most keffing arousing thing I’ve ever seen.
I lift my hand and brush my knuckles over her cheek, petting her, touching her, loving the way she watches me as she works that tiny little nub between her thighs. “That’s the way,” I murmur to her, stroking her soft skin. “Are there other parts of pretty humans that are sensitive?” I ask, gliding my fingers down her neck and towards those enticing tits of hers. They’re prominent, rounded and bouncy and wholly foreign to me. My people are lean and muscular all over, and our females are flat unless they’re nursing. Even then, they’re not as rounded as these little globes that jiggle enticingly on her chest with every movement. I’m fascinated by them, by the swells of them rising from her ribs, by the hard, deep pink tips that point up at the sky.