Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (46 page)

“
Gods, you’re lovely,” he
muttered hoarsely. “I’ve wanted to touch you with my own hands for
so long now…”

“
You…you have?” Frankie
asked, a bit breathlessly. Tarsian ideal woman or not, she was
definitely feeling the heat between them.

Then, alarmingly, her vision started to
waver. For a moment she was looking out of Kerov’s eyes again, down
at her own face.

“
Oh, no!” she gasped,
pulling him (herself?) closer. “Quick—we’re losing it! Kiss me
again!”

She didn’t have to ask twice. Kerov pulled
her close and, as their lips met, she found herself being held in
his big, muscular arms once more.

Mmm…nice.
She snuggled against his broad chest and really
let herself sink into the kiss. His mouth seemed as though it was
made to fit against hers. Kerov seemed to feel the same way because
she felt the tip of his tongue brush lightly against the seam of
her lips.

Moaning softly, Frankie
parted for him, welcoming him in.
The same
way I’ll be welcoming him down below in a minute or two,
she thought. Guilt tried to creep in but she
pushed it resolutely aside. After all, she wasn’t doing this
because she and Kerov wanted to—they
had
to—it was the only way to fix
the weird situation they found themselves in. Frankie was
determined not to let herself feel bad for something she couldn’t
help.

“
Gods, you feel good in my
arms,” he murmured, breaking the kiss for a moment. “I want to feel
more of you.”

“
Me too—I want more of you
against me,” Frankie whispered. “I mean, I want to feel more
of
your
body
against
mine
—not
mine against yours. Oh…you know what I mean.”

“
I do,” he breathed and
pulled the loose pajama top over her head, baring her
breasts.

For a moment Frankie felt shy but then his
big, warm hands covered her, kneading her sensitive mounds and
making her moan.

“
Your breasts are so
beautiful,” he murmured, looking into her eyes. “May I taste
them—your nipples, I mean?”

“
Sure…um, I guess so.”
Frankie still felt a little embarrassed but she was hot too—a lot
hotter than she’d thought she would be just from some kissing and
touching. It seemed like she and Kerov were made to fit
together—the electric spark of power between them grew with every
touch, every caress.

Leaning down, he sucked
one of her sensitive peaks into his hot, wet mouth, laving the
nipple with his tongue until Frankie gasped and tugged at his
hair.
Madre de Dios,
that felt
good!
Better than good—with each deep pull of his mouth on her
nipple, she swore she could feel an answering tug between her
thighs. A mounting pleasure that was making her pussy feel wet and
swollen and hot. And then he switched to the other breast and
repeated the process, making her moan all over again.

“
Kerov!” she gasped
breathlessly as he continued to suck and lick her nipples hungrily.
“
Dios,
you’re
making me
crazy.”

“
Sorry…” He pulled back,
panting, his pupils dilated with lust. “Forgive me, I just…I have
never been allowed to taste a female’s breasts before. It is
forbidden on Tarsia, as is all sexual contact aside from
State-mandated intercourse.”

That’s right,
Frankie remembered.
He’s
never done this before—no wonder he’s eager!

She found herself eager too. Reaching up,
she started pulling at his shirt, wanting to rub her hands over the
broad planes of his bare chest.

Kerov obliged, pulling off his shirt and
standing bare-chested in front of her.

“
Mmm…” Frankie stroked his
skin appreciatively. God, he felt good under her hands. So big and
warm and hard… She liked his big, chiseled body—the way it felt,
the way it fit against hers. She just wanted more of his skin
against hers…more contact…more
everything
. Playfully, she nipped
one of his nipples, tonguing the small, flat copper disk until he
gave a low, rough groan.

“
Gods, Frankie, your
mouth…”

“
Get used to it,” she
murmured. “Because I’m going to be licking a lot more than this…”
she nipped him again. “Before we’re through.”

She didn’t know where she got the courage to
talk so brazenly but somehow being back in her own body with free
access to Kerov’s big, masculine form seemed to bring it out in
her.

I bet he’s never gotten a
blow job before,
she thought.
There’s no way the awful people who run things on
his home planet would allow it. I’m going to blow his
mind!

Sinking to her knees, she began unfastening
the tight black uniform trousers he was wearing. Thanks to having
been in his body and putting them on herself, she had absolutely no
problem getting them open. Before Kerov could utter a word of
protest, she had them peeled back and his massive shaft was
free.

“
Frankie—” he protested in
a strained voice as she took the long, hot, hard length in her
hand. “You shouldn’t…you don’t have to…”

“
Yes I do,” she reminded
him. “And besides, I
want
to.”

To her surprise, she found it was true. This
act had never been her favorite with Carlos—mainly because he
expected it and considered it her wifely duty. But now Frankie did
it of her own free will and found the act not only sexy but
actually empowering.

She pushed Kerov to the side of the bed
until he sprawled back onto it, his thighs spread as he leaned back
on his elbows. Before he could protest again, Frankie insinuated
herself between his long legs and grasped his throbbing shaft in
her hands.

His skin was hot and soft
as flower petals and his warm, spicy scent was stronger here,
making her feel dizzy with lust.
Dios,
this was really turning her
on!

Leaning forward, Frankie
rubbed her cheek against his shaft, like a cat marking its
territory. She heard his sharp intake of breath and looked up to
see that his eyes were wide with shock and uncertainty. Yup, this
was
definitely
his first blow job.

Feeling naughty and sexy at the same time,
Frankie stopped rubbing her cheek against him and used her lips
instead. Laying gentle, slow, deliberate kisses up and down the
long, hard length of his shaft and keeping her eyes on his face the
whole time, she was thoroughly enjoying herself.

Kerov looked as though he could hardly
believe what was happening—as though he thought it might be a dream
that would end at any time. Frankie, however, was determined to
keep it going.

Locking her eyes with his, she planted a
hot, wet kiss right on the flaring crown of his cock. Then she put
out her tongue and swirled around it, lapping away the salty bead
of precum that had formed at the slit, putting on a show to really
make him crazy.

“
Frankie…
Gods!”
he groaned. His eyes were fixed on her face and the way she
was kissing and licking his shaft. There was a look of disbelief
mingled with pleasure on his strong features and his hand came up
tentatively to caress her cheek.

“
You like it, baby?” she
murmured, wondering how she had the nerve to act so naughty. Maybe
it was because she was already intimately familiar with his body
from actually having lived in it? Or maybe it was just because she
held the power now and she found that she liked it. For whatever
reason, Frankie found herself acting like she never had before.
“You like when I kiss you there?” she purred, kissing the head of
his cock again. “When I
taste
you?”

“
You know I do,” Kerov
muttered hoarsely as she swirled her tongue around his broad head
again. His thick shaft throbbed in her hands and Frankie had the
idea that it wouldn’t take that much more effort to send him over
the edge.

But apparently, Kerov wasn’t ready to come
yet.

He took Frankie by the arms and raised her
until she was standing between his thighs. Even then, with him
still sitting on the side of the bed and her standing, they were
almost eye to eye because he was so tall.

“
What?” Frankie pouted.
“Why did you stop me?”

“
Because I want more…I
want to taste you, too.” His pale gray eyes blazed at her and
suddenly his big hands found their way down to cup her ass. “I want
to touch you as well.
Here
,” he rumbled, looking into her
eyes.

“
What?” For the first
time, Frankie felt suddenly nonplussed. “Why would you want that?
None of the girls on your home planet is anything like me—your ex,
Xirnah, didn’t even
have
an ass.”

“
Why do you think I want
so badly to touch it? To touch
you?”
he demanded hoarsely. Before
she could reply, his big hands had found their way inside her loose
pajama bottoms. Frankie bit her lip and tried not to jump as she
felt his large, warm palms making contact with her bare
ass.

“
Kerov,” she protested
uneasily but she didn’t try to get away.

“
Mmmm…” his voice was a
low, hungry growl as he rubbed and kneaded her full globes. “Gods,
so full, so luscious and ripe…” He cupped her, filling his hands
and spread her wide, making Frankie give a surprised squeak. When
he parted her like that, she could feel her pussy lips parting as
well, opening to expose her inner folds, now wet with
desire.

“
Kerov…” she whispered,
uncertain if she wanted him to stop or to go on. “I…I don’t
understand.”

“
I don’t either,” he
admitted hoarsely. “All I know is that I want you…want to taste you
the way you tasted me.”

“
But you didn’t let me
finish,” Frankie protested breathlessly. “You didn’t, uh,
come.”

“
I’d rather make you come
first,” he growled softly. Looking into her face, his eyes silver
with lust, his voice dropped. “Frankie, please, you don’t know how
long I’ve dreamed of this. I know it’s forbidden on my home world
but I can’t help myself—I want to taste you so badly.”

That’s right,
Frankie remembered.
Not
only has he never had a blowjob, he’s never gone down on a girl
before either. This is a first for him.

For that matter, it was a first for her,
too. Carlos had never consented to try it—not even once. And since
her ex, Frankie hadn’t had any serious relationships or indeed, any
sexual relationships at all. But if Kerov could be brave, then she
could too, she told herself.

“
All right,” she
whispered, trying not to feel self-conscious. “You…you can taste me
if you really want to.”

“
Gods, you have no idea
how badly I want to,” he swore softly.

Stripping away her pajama bottoms and
panties, he switched their positions smoothly. Before she knew it,
Frankie found herself on the side of the bed on her hands and knees
with her ass high in the air.

“
Hey,” she gasped, looking
over her shoulder. “I thought you wanted to, you know, taste my
uh…taste me.”

“
I do…I want to lick your
sweet pussy until you come all over my face,” he growled. “But I
want to taste you from behind so that I can touch you.” As if to
illustrate his point, he filled his hands with her ass once more,
kneading restlessly, spreading her wide to show both her rosebud
and her pussy.

Frankie bit her lip, her
heart thumping. Never had she felt so exposed—so
opened
. Yet there was
something hot about letting Kerov touch her this way—about letting
him
taste
her
this way.

“
All right,” she
whispered, spreading her legs a little wider for him. “If…if that’s
the way you want it.”

“
Gods, yes,” he growled
harshly. Kneeling behind her, he pressed close and Frankie gasped
to feel his hot breath on her open pussy and ass.
Dios,
was she really
doing this? Was she really going to let him taste her this
way?

Apparently so. Before she could change her
mind, she felt Kerov’s warm, wet tongue tracing over the right
globe of her ass.

“
Hey!” she gasped, looking
around again. “What are you doing?”

“
Tasting you,” he growled.
“
My
way.” He
licked her other cheek and then nipped her sharply, making Frankie
moan. Well, so much for having the sexual upper hand—Kerov was
definitely in charge now. Being completely naked on her hands and
knees and feeling his big, hard body covering her, she thought she
had never felt so dominated…or so hot.

“
Gods, you’re so fucking
juicy and ripe,” he rumbled. “Need to split you wide to lick every
inch of your sweet pussy and ass.”

Without warning, he suddenly pressed Frankie
down onto her stomach and then pushed her left knee almost up to
her left elbow. The result was that her pussy spread wide, opening
for him completely in a way that made her feel incredibly
exposed.

“
Kerov…” she started but
before she could say anymore, he was pulling off his belt and
looping it around her left arm and leg, then pulling it tight to
lock her in place.