“Of course—anything to keep my Mistress safe and well,” he murmured, meeting her gaze in return with a half-lidded one of his own. “Of course, sometimes it’s better to make really certain.”
“You mean you need to…to taste me again?” After the two amazing orgasms, Jillian wouldn’t have thought she would want him again so soon. But the way he was looking at her and talking so seductively in that soft, deep voice of his had her stomach quivering in anticipation all over again.
“Just to be sure,” Kalis said, nodding. “Would you like to spread your legs again for me and let me check you over one more time, sweetheart?”
“I…I guess that would be all right.” Jillian had been half-sitting but now she lay back again and spread her legs for him shyly, opening her pussy for his hungry gaze.
“Mmm…” Kalis growled his approval. “Let’s have your legs over my shoulders this time,” he remarked, getting into position between her thighs. “Want to spread you open wide and get my tongue deep inside you, so that I can be really sure you’re healed, sweetheart.”
“Okay,” Jillian agreed breathlessly.
As she lay back against the couch and arched her back, lifting her pussy eagerly to meet the big Kindred’s mouth, she pushed all her doubts and worries to the back of her mind and opened herself to the pleasure he was offering her.
She could worry about going too fast later, she decided. Right now, she just wanted to take the pleasure Kalis was giving her and not think about anything else…
36
“Well, you’re certainly in a good mood, lately,” Suzanne remarked, when the two of them were making pastry dough for a savory tart Jillian was trying out for Pat-ar’s brunch menu. “You’ve been happier than I’ve ever seen you, ever since the VIP dinner for the Nebrian ambassador went off so well.”
“Yes, well, it sort of put Pat-ar on the map, didn’t it?” Jillian said, keeping her eyes down on her pastry dough. “We’ve got a waitlist a mile long now and people are booking special reservations for our Nebrian tasting menu weeks in advance.”
“The jumja soup is a big hit,” Suzanne admitted. “But I wonder if your good mood might be because of something else, besides our sudden success. Say maybe a certain B’varren Kindred? Hmmm?” She raised her eyebrows at Jillian and there was a knowing twinkle in her eyes.
Jillian eyed her friend in astonishment.
“How did you know? We’ve been so careful to stay professional in the kitchen!”
“Yes, well, you’re not nearly as sneaky as you think you are.” Suzanne laughed. “I see the two of you going into the pantry together when it’s not busy. You’re almost as bad as Lor and Lydia!”
Jillian bit her lip. Actually, the trips to the pantry had started out innocently enough—they were necessary for whenever the venom rash popped back up—which it had a habit of doing in the oddest times and places. Sometimes she just needed Kalis to lick her collarbone to ease the sunburn-like pain and erase the pervasive redness. Other times the venom affected her in more…intimate areas.
But no matter where the venom rash popped up, Kalis was always ready, willing, and eager to help her with it. In fact, he had admitted to Jillian that he craved the taste of her—he wanted to go down on her even when she wasn’t having a venom flare up.
From trysts in the pantry, they had progressed to spending almost every evening together. After they closed down the kitchen for the night, Kalis would come with her to her suite to give her a thorough check-up, just to make sure the rash didn’t come back overnight. And of course, those check-ups invariably led to the big Kindred on his knees before her, lapping her pussy as she moaned and tugged his hair.
Jillian had never been with a man who loved to eat pussy half as much as Kalis did. She was pretty sure she’d had more oral sex in the past month than she’d had previously in her entire life.
She’d returned the favor, too. It only seemed fair, since Kalis was so willing to go down on her, that she should reciprocate. The first time she tried it, though, the big Kindred had been shocked.
“No, no, Mistress,” he had protested, the first time she unfastened his trousers and leaned down to kiss the head of his extremely large cock. “It’s not for you to put your mouth on me—that’s beneath you.”
“Don’t be silly,” Jillian had said, frowning. “You, er, taste me all the time. Why shouldn’t I taste you?”
Kalis shook his head.
“I’ve never had a Mistress who wanted to do such a thing to me before. And besides, Kindred need to taste their females—I love the taste of your pussy, love to lap the sweet honey from your well.” His voice had dropped to a low growl. “Why don’t you let me taste you now, little Mistress?”