Really ought to close my robe, she thought, but somehow she didn’t. And when Roarn rubbed his warm cheek against one of her nipples, she didn’t complain or try to stop him, though she had to bite back a moan of pleasure. God, that felt good! Like being teased with a velvet glove.
The big Monstrum rubbed his cheek against her other nipple as well. Then he looked up and met her eyes.
“Chris-teen,” he rumbled softly. “I want…to suck…to taste…”
“I…you…you do?” she whispered breathlessly.
He nodded, still holding her eyes with his own.
“No bonding…no breeding,” he promised hoarsely. “Just…sucking. Just tasting.”
Christine wondered if this was something that was important to his kind of Kindred.
Well, whether it is or not, you shouldn’t let him! scolded a little voice in her head. You’re going too far and you know it, Christine!
She opened her mouth to tell the big Kindred “no” but instead she heard herself saying,
“Do…do you think that would help you feel better? Sucking…sucking my nipples, I mean? Would it help calm you down?”
Roarn seemed to consider this, then he nodded.
“Soothing,” he rumbled. “Good. Everything about Chris-teen is good.”
“Well, thank you, honey,” she murmured, carding her fingers through his long black hair. “I…I guess you can suck them a little…just to help calm you down,” she whispered. “But nothing else, okay? I mean, nothing below the belt.”
Roarn nodded.
“Nothing else—just tasting Chris-teen,” he rumbled.
Then, still holding her eyes with his, he took one of her nipples deep in his hot mouth and began to suck and lick, swirling his tongue around and around her tender point until Christine had to bite back another moan.
“Oh,” she whispered, still looking into his eyes. It was an incredibly intimate situation to be in with a man who was basically a stranger—yet she couldn’t seem to look away.
And Roarn no longer felt like a stranger. He felt like…she didn’t know what he felt like, but it didn’t seem wrong to let him do this. It felt good, not just because of the pleasure he gave her, but because she felt like she was giving the big Monstrum something he needed—perhaps had been needing desperately for a long time.
“You…you’re really good at that,” she whispered, as he switched nipples and began lapping and sucking her left peak. She had to raise up on the pillows a little to let him have full access, but she did it without hesitation, ignoring the guilty little voice in her head that was still trying to lecture her. “Have you had a lot…a lot of practice?”
Roarn shook his head and released her nipple for a moment.
“Never,” he rumbled. “No…female Monstrum. No females left…in Monstrum ‘verse.”
“Oh, that’s right,” Christine murmured, as he went back to sucking and licking her nipple. At the same time, his hand had come up and was slowly massaging her other breast. “I…I think I read something about that. It’s why your people came to our universe in the first place—because there were no women in yours.”
Roarn nodded and switched nipples again. He seemed more interested in sucking and tasting her than talking, which she supposed was normal for a man. In that way, at least, the Monstrum were no different from humans, though physically he was completely dissimilar.
She supposed she should have been frightened to let him take such a delicate part of her anatomy into his mouth. He had sharp fangs on both the top and the bottom of his teeth—much like a tiger did. But the big Monstrum was so gentle—she didn’t even feel his teeth touch her flesh. He seemed much more interested in using his tongue on her. It had a different texture from a human tongue—a kind of velvety roughness that was extremely stimulating—and his mouth was hotter than a human mouth was too, Christine noticed.
But all these observations she was making to herself couldn’t stop the pleasure from rolling through her as Roarn sucked and lapped her tender tips. She had always had extremely sensitive breasts and had wished that she could find a lover who would pay more attention to them. But no man that she had ever been with had ever treated this particular erogenous zone with quite so much tender reverence as Roarn was.
Mostly guys just wanted to grab your boobs roughly and jiggled them a little or hold onto them while they were jamming themselves inside you, Christine reflected. But not Roarn—the big Monstrum was taking his time, completely focused on teasing and sucking her peaks, as though he had never had the pleasure of touching breasts before.
Well, he probably hadn’t, Christine reminded herself. He had said that there were no women in the Monstrum universe. But for a beginner, he was certainly doing an excellent job. In fact, she was beginning to wonder if she might come, just from the way he was sucking and licking her breasts. She’d heard of women who could have orgasms that way, but had never had the opportunity to find out if she was one of them.