“I…I don’t know,” she whispered.
“It is more than likely that I will have to touch you here when we are filming a vid,” Stone pointed out, his fingertips playing along the low waistband and down over the metalwork that separated them. “It would probably be good for you to get used to letting me stroke your soft inner folds, Cassandra.”
Cassie couldn’t hold out any longer.
“All right,” she whispered. “I…I’ll take it off.”
She reached for the side buckles that held the metal bikini bottoms on but her partner’s long, clever fingers were already there, opening the buckles and helping her slide the bottoms off.
It suddenly occurred to Cassandra that she was naked now, except for her boots. And yes, she had been naked with Stone before, during the massage, but she had been face down the entire time. This time her nudity was full-frontal and she wasn’t at all sure what her partner would say.
She didn’t have to wonder for long. Stone was drinking her in, his pale blue eyes roving hungrily over her naked body.
“So Goddess-damned beautiful,” he murmured hoarsely. “From your full breasts and hips to your soft little pussy. Gods, Cassandra, you have no idea how many times I’ve fantasized about this moment.”
“You mean you fantasized about seeing me naked?” Cassie fought the urge to cover herself. She still felt self-conscious, but it was clear that Stone liked what he was seeing.
“Yes, but more than that,” Stone murmured, looking into her eyes again. “I fantasized about you letting me see you naked—about you opening yourself to me and letting me stroke your beautiful body with no shame between us.”
“No shame,” Cassie repeated breathlessly.
“Now spread your legs for me,” he murmured, resting one big, warm hand on her upper thigh. “Spread and let me see if your soft little pussy is wet for me.”
“Stone!” she protested, feeling her cheeks heat with a blush. But she found herself complying with his demand anyway, opening her thighs and leaning back on the couch to let her partner see her sex.
Cassie looked too and bit her lip with embarrassment to see exactly how wet and ready she was for the big Kindred. Her outer pussy lips were swollen with need and as she parted her legs, they opened to show her pink inner folds, slick with her juices.
“Gods!” her partner groaned, taking in the sight. “Look how wet and ready you are, Cassandra!”
Reaching between her legs, he cupped her in his big hand, not touching inside her yet—just holding her possessively.
“Stone?” she whispered, making his name a question.
He caught her eyes and held them with his own.
“I’m going to touch you now, Cassandra. Going to spread open your pussy lips and stroke inside you. And you’re going to open for me and let me do it, aren’t you?”
“Yes, Stone,” Cassie heard herself whispering. God, what had happened to her cool, logical partner and who was this dominant, sexual male who had replaced him? Stone had never talked to her like this before—never touched her like this before—but she didn’t want him to stop.
“That’s good, Cassandra,” he murmured. And, keeping his eyes locked with hers, he began to touch her.
Cassie gasped as she felt one long finger slide into her slippery folds and begin a slow, gentle exploration. Stone seemed to know exactly how she liked to be touched, even though they had never been intimate before. He charted a course around the aching button of her clit, sliding around and around the sensitive little bundle of nerves until Cassie moaned and shifted her hips helplessly.
“Does it feel good, Cassandra?” he growled softly, still looking into her eyes. “Do you like it when I stroke your soft little pussy and slip my fingers inside you?”
“Stone!” she moaned, shifting again. “You…you shouldn’t ask me things like that!”
He looked at her directly.
“I will ask and you will answer.”
There was a note of authority in his deep, growling voice that Cassie felt helpless to disobey. She also felt helpless to drop her gaze, even though it felt incredibly intimate to look into the pale, blue depths of her partner’s eyes while he fingered her pussy.
“All right,” she whispered. “I…I’ll answer.”
“Good. Now tell me, do you like it when I pet your pussy, Cassandra?” he growled again.
Cassie bit her lip and dropped her eyes.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, Stone, it…it feels good.”
“Look at me,” he demanded softly. “Don’t be ashamed, Cassandra—look at me while I touch you—while I make you mine.”
She raised her eyes again, panting with desire now. As they spoke, he continued to trace around and around her clit, driving her closer and closer to the edge.
“I’m looking,” she whispered. “I’m looking, Stone.”
“Good.” He gave her a slow smile. “I want to look into your eyes while I make you come.”
“While you…while you make me come?” Cassie wasn’t quite sure about this. They were supposed to be practicing touching each other. But wasn’t this going too far? “Stone…” she began to protest, but he didn’t let her.