I can’t disappoint her. “Remember, we can stop at any time. Just tell me you don’t want to continue. I promise I won’t be upset.”
“Okay. Can we kiss some more?”
As if she even needs to ask. I nip at her mouth, planting playful kisses on her. It’s clear that she loves kissing. She wraps her arms around me and leans into my caresses, and when I lift my head to study her, Helen’s eyes are closed and there’s an expression of bliss on her face. I cover her mouth again, teasing my tongue against hers, wanting to make every kiss utterly delicious for her, utterly worthy. When she gives a little sigh against me, I stroke her cheek and slide my hand back down to her breast, testing the waters once more. If she likes kisses, I’ll kiss her the entire time, and I’ll use my hand to make her come.
She makes a soft whimpering sound as I caress her breast, running my knuckles along the slight curve of it. I tease the tip, running my thumb over it, back and forth, until it stiffens under my touch and Helen gasps against my mouth. I swallow her sounds, kissing her with more intensity, claiming her mouth with strokes of my tongue. It feels like mating, almost, but using my mouth instead of my cock, and I love the little sounds she makes. When she starts to wriggle against me, her movements growing impatient, I move my hand down her belly. She has a navel, even though she’s been cloned, and I dip a finger into it…and discover another little bump like the one behind her ear.
Helen sucks in a breath, then bites down on my lower lip.
I hiss out in surprise. Okay, she’s a pleasure slave. Maybe they have lots of highly sensitive spots. Maybe that’s not a navel after all. I run my thumb in a circle around it, but when she arches up against me, I decide to move lower still. I know how a mesakkah female is shaped between the legs. I know how a human is, too (but that is mostly from overhearing). I’ve even spent time with a praxiian female. Most of them are built similarly. None of them have sensitive nubs behind the ears or in the navel, though. It’s part curiosity, part pleasure that makes me skim my hand to the juncture of Helen’s thighs.
She parts them for me as I kiss her soft, hungry mouth, and I stroke a finger over the seam of her cunt, preparing her for my touch. Her breath catches against mine, and she clings to me, her fingers digging into my scalp as her kiss grows more ferocious.
“I’m going to stroke your cunt,” I murmur against her mouth, between light, nipping kisses. “And if it feels like too much, it’s supposed to.”
Helen whimpers a response, and I decide that’s good enough. I stroke the damp seam of her again, and then slip a finger deeper, stroking into her folds and exploring her. The moment I do, I encounter not just one pleasure-nub but an entire row of them, studding the interior of her folds. Shocked, I trace lightly over the bumps. I should have known, but I didn’t. I should have guessed—
Helen’s hand grabs mine. “Stop,” she sobs out. “I’m not ready.”
She sounds terrified. It must be a lot for her, and she’s probably feeling overwhelmed. Immediately, I pull away, cupping her face in mine. She looks upset, ashamed, and it makes my chest ache with affection. “Hey,” I murmur. “It’s all right. You’re safe with me.”
Helen looks frantic and upset. “It’s just—”
I shake my head, rubbing my nose against hers. “You don’t have to explain yourself. I said we could go as slow as you wanted, remember? If you like kissing, we’ll just stick to kissing for now.”
“I liked touching you,” she tells me, her voice plaintive. “That doesn’t scare me.”
“Well, if you want to just touch me for a while, I’m sure I can manage.” It’s amazing that I’m able to say that with a straight face. “I just don’t want you to feel bad about any of this, all right?”
She swallows, the sound audible, and then nods. “I feel silly,” Helen confesses. “I pushed you so hard and here I am, chickening out.” She sniffs. “I don’t even know what a ‘chickening’ is.”
I bite back a chuckle and kiss her again. “I’m not disappointed, Helen. It’s normal to want to explore, just like it’s normal to not want to do it all at once. You’re setting boundaries for what you’re ready for, and that makes me happy.”
“It does?” She sounds dubious.
“It does,” I agree. “You know your own mind and you’re not doing things because you think they’ll please me. I think that’s fantastic.” I kiss her again, and again. “Your body belongs to you, and I want you to keep that in mind at all times. If me touching you makes you feel uncomfortable, then we’ll wait until you’re comfortable and ready for more. I don’t have a problem with that.” If anything, I’m relieved. It shows Helen has sense after all. She’s been pushing so hard to climb into bed with me, I worried that she was going to regret it if things went too far or she wanted a performance like in the vids. Considering how fast I blew my load? It was not a vid-ready performance.