He was indeed, very good at being careful and gentle. So good that Melli had almost told him she was ready to be healed that night. But though the tender way he kissed and licked and sucked her ripe nipples aroused her and made her pussy feel wet and ready for the first time, well, ever that she could remember, she still hadn’t felt quite ready to take that next step.
Nor had Liosh pushed her. He had taken what seemed like forever just licking and sucking her until she was squirming in his lap, feeling like her jeans were too tight as their seam rubbed against her sensitive clit.
At last he had looked up at her, his eyes dilated almost to black with desire.
“I can scent your heat, Melinda,” he had murmured, locking gazes with her. “Why don’t you do something about it?”
“Do…something about it?” Melli had looked at him uncertainly. “I don’t…don’t know what you mean.”
“Why don’t you touch yourself?” Liosh suggested. “Bring yourself pleasure below while I bring it above?”
The thought hadn’t occurred to Melli, who hadn’t masturbated since the attack. Self-pleasure just hadn’t occurred to her at all for years—it wasn’t even on her radar. But now that the sexual side of her was awake again, she remembered that she had enjoyed touching herself—enjoyed it very much—before the awful night of her Junior Prom.
Still, she had never done it in front of anyone before and the thought made her feel a little embarrassed.
“What just…take off my jeans and panties and start…start touching myself in front of you?” she’d asked Liosh, her voice sounding high and breathy in her own ears.
“Just your jeans,” he suggested. “Why don’t you leave your panties on if you don’t want me to see too much?”
“Well…” Melli had shifted in his lap, a bit uncertainly. She wanted to do this, she realized. She wanted to reclaim this piece of her herself—and Liosh was offering to help her do it. “All right,” she said at last and, standing up, had wiggled out of her jeans so that she was wearing only her thin t-shirt and a pair of tiny pink panties.
“Gods…” Liosh’s pale blue eyes drank her in hungrily as she stood there in front of him only half dressed. “You’re so lovely, Talli,” he had murmured as his gaze traveled down her body and then back up again to her eyes. “Come back to me now and make yourself feel good.”
And that was how Melli found herself lying across his lap as he lapped and sucked her sensitive, bare nipples and she slid one hand into the lacy waistband of her panties.
At first she just cupped herself, marveling at how open and wet she felt under her own palm. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d felt like this when she touched herself. Back when she had attempted to use the dilators, her pussy had felt tense and cold and dry—almost like a lump of hard, un-worked clay. Now she felt almost fluid—warm and responsive. And it was all thanks to Liosh and his slow campaign of sensual pleasure.
He had stopped sucking her nipples for a moment and asked,
“How does it feel, Talli? Does it feel good to touch yourself?”
“Yes,” she had whispered. “I…I never thought it would again but it does, Liosh. I…I like it, even though I’m only cupping myself.”
“Spread your pussy lips,” he murmured, his eyes half-lidded with desire for her. “Stroke inside your folds, Melinda. Reclaim this part of yourself.”
Moaning breathlessly, she did as he commanded, opening her outer pussy lips with her first and ring fingers and sliding her middle finger into her own wet depths.
The tingling shock of the pad of her finger making contact with her clit made her gasp and jerk her pelvis. God, that felt good! Even better than she remembered.
“Feels good?” Liosh asked her, his deep voice a sexy rumble.
“Y-yes,” Melli admitted, stroking carefully around the bud of her clit. “I’m just so…so sensitive.”
“Thank you for telling me,” Liosh murmured. “I’ll be certain to be very, very careful when I taste you there and run my tongue all over your wet folds.”
His dirty talk and the way he was looking at her as he spoke, made Melli shiver with desire.
“Are…are you going to do that now?” she asked, stroking herself again.
But Liosh had shaken his head.
“Not yet. You’re nearly ready but not quite. For tonight, I want you to explore your body, Talli. Relearn yourself and take back your pleasure. Tonight I just want you to make yourself come.”
Melli had bitten her lip.
“I…I don’t know if I can,” she’d confessed. “It’s been so long.”
“Just try,” Liosh had urged gently. “Stroke your soft little pussy, sweetheart. Give yourself pleasure below while I give you pleasure above. Even if you can’t come, at least you can re-learn how good it feels to try and reach the peak.”