Switched: Brides of the Kindred 17 (56 page)

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Seeing the hungry look in his piercing pale
grey eyes, Frankie wasn’t so sure that letting the big Kindred go
was a smart move. Giving him a taste of his own medicine had seemed
like a good idea at the time and so had making him come. She had
been certain an orgasm would take the edge off his desire. After
all, it had always been that way with Carlos.

Not that she’d ever
touched her ex the way she had just touched Kerov—she wasn’t
sure
where
she’d
gotten the nerve to do that. But it was true that as soon as Carlos
came, he was out like a light. If Frankie hadn’t managed to come
before him, she was on her own to finish up.

But Kerov didn’t look like he was going to
fall asleep any time soon. In fact, he looked more alert than ever.
Even more surprising—and a little frightening as far as Frankie was
concerned—was the fact that his shaft hadn’t gone down a bit.
Despite the intense orgasm he’d had and all the cum he’d made, his
cock was still standing tall and hard, the broad head brushing the
planes of his muscular abdomen when he moved.

Suddenly she wondered if she ought to have
taken her revenge quite so far. Maybe it had been a bad
idea…although it had seemed perfect at the time. Should she really
uncuff him now?

Kerov seemed to sense what direction her
thoughts were taking because he gave her a knowing look and a soft
growl rose in his throat.

“
Come on, Frankie—it’s my
turn and you know it.” He rattled the chain of his cuffs again and
Frankie saw, to her dismay, that the metal rod she’d cuffed him to
was bent nearly in half.

Madre de Dios—even if I don’t let him go,
he’ll get free. He’s about to snap that headboard in half!

“
All right,” she
whispered, reaching for the key, which she’d put on the night
table. “But just remember—we’re even now, okay?”

“
We’ll see about
that.”

The minute she unlocked his cuffs, Kerov was
out of them and had her in his arms.

Frankie gasped with fright. But he only
pulled her close so that she was straddling him again, and kissed
her, long and searchingly on the mouth.

Slowly, she let herself sink into the kiss.
God, he was a good kisser—especially considering he’d never had any
practice since it was outlawed on Tarsia. His arms around her felt
like warm, flexible steel but she wasn’t afraid any more. Despite
the hunger in his kiss, he was controlled as he hadn’t been the
last time they’d been together.

“
Gods, you’re beautiful,”
he muttered, breaking the kiss at last. “And you never stop
surprising me.”

“
That’s me—surprising all
over. I…oh!” Frankie gasped because his big, warm hands had slid
under her dress to cup her ass. “Kerov!” she protested, her heart
pounding as his long fingers found their way inside her lacy
panties and grabbed a double handful of her behind.

“
Forgive me—I just love
this part of you.” He kneaded her gently and she could feel his
bare shaft throbbing between them, branding her belly through her
dress. “Your ass is so gorgeous—so full and ripe.”

Frankie bit her lip, not sure if she should
gasp and protest again…or just let him hold her. “Kerov…” she began
hesitantly.

“
Can I taste you again,
Frankie?” he asked bluntly, the hunger in his gray eyes
unmistakable. “I want to lick you everywhere. I swear I’ll be
gentle.”

“
Everywhere?” Frankie
asked softly. “I mean…”

“
Yes.
Everywhere.
” His eyes gleamed with
hunger. “Unless you don’t want me to.”

“
I…” She remembered the
feeling of his tongue entering her…the frightening, exciting, scary
feeling of being penetrated. Did she want that again? Did she trust
him that much?
Yes,
whispered a little voice in her head.
Dios, yes, so much!
“All right,” she
whispered at last. “All right. As long as you’re gentle and you
don’t tie me down.”

“
I will never do that
again unless we discuss it beforehand and you agree to it,” he
promised gravely. “Will you trust me to keep my word?”

“
Yes…” Tentatively,
Frankie reached up to stroke her fingers through his short, thick
hair. “Yes, I…I trust you.”

“
Good,” he murmured. Then
he rolled her over on her back and kissed her slowly and thoroughly
once more.

Frankie moaned as he cupped her breasts
through the thin red silk of her dress, circling her nipples until
they stood up in hard points behind the fabric.

“
Gods, you’re gorgeous,”
he murmured as he pulled her to the end of the bed so that her
calves hung over the edge. He knelt at her feet and looked up at
her, his eyes hot as coals. “I could worship you with my tongue for
hours.”

Before she could answer, he was pushing up
her skirt and pulling down her panties, baring her in a way that
made Frankie blush and tremble and bite her lip.

She expected him to dive in at once,
spreading her thighs to lick and suck her everywhere. Instead,
Kerov pressed the side of his face to her smooth mound, inhaling
deeply as though he couldn’t get enough of her scent.

“
Kerov?” she whispered,
making his name a question.

“
Gods, you smell so
damn
good,”
he
groaned softly, rubbing against her again like a cat marking its
territory. “I just want to kiss and taste you all over.”

“
You’re making a
pretty…pretty good start,” Frankie whispered breathlessly as he
began kissing her outer pussy lips. His kisses were gentle but so
urgent she couldn’t help but be moved. Clearly he wanted her badly
but didn’t want to scare her again. He was kissing her the same way
he had kissed her mouth, going down on her so tenderly it made her
want to open to him even more.

This
was how she had imaged her first time letting a man go down
on her, she couldn’t help thinking. This soft, gentle touching…the
sweet kisses, the tender urgency that made her want to open for
him…to give him everything.
Madred de
Dios,
it felt
amazing.
And Kerov was only getting
started.

His long, restless fingers stroking and
kneading her inner thighs seemed to build her desire even more.
Before she knew it, Frankie felt the tension leaving her body as
her legs drifted further apart, allowing him more complete
access.

“
Gods…so sweet…so soft,”
he murmured, spreading her pussy lips gently with his thumbs to
reveal her inner folds.

“
Oh!
Dios,”
Frankie gasped as he leaned
forward to kiss her clit. He was gentle this time—much more so than
he had been their first time together. Tenderly, he sucked her
little pearl between his lips and bathed it with his tongue,
tracing lightly around and around until she thought she would go
insane.

“
Kerov,” she whispered,
reaching down to slide her fingers into his thick, dark blond hair.
“Oh,
Dios
that’s
good.”

“
Is that how you like
it,
shalla?
Is that how you like to
be tasted?” he murmured, looking up at her.

“
Yes…” Frankie tugged restlessly at his hair.
“
Dios
,
yes…only
more.”

His eyes were
half-lidded with lust as he looked at her.

“
I’ll give you more if you’ll open wider for me.”

Frankie felt as
though a thousand butterflies had suddenly taken flight inside her
stomach. Should she do it?

“
Yes,” she heard herself whispering. “Yes, all right. Do
it.”

With a low, hungry
growl, Kerov spread her completely, raising and opening her thighs
until both her rosebud and pussy were completely exposed. Then he
began to lick her, starting at the very bottom of her tight little
hole and sliding his tongue all the way up to the top of her pussy
slit.

“
Ah…ah,
Madre
de Dios!”
Frankie
nearly wailed as his tongue caressed her. She had never felt so
open, so vulnerable and yet so eagerr for any man before. And she
had never felt such pleasure—Kerov seemed to know exactly how to
lick and taste her to make her crazy. She trembled under his tongue
as he brought her closer and closer to the edge, knowing she was
about to come but this time eager for the pleasure he was giving
her.

And then Kerov
pressed lightly with just the tip of one long finger against her
rosebud. At the same time, he sucked her clit into his mouth again
and began to lash her mercilessly with his tongue.

As
he entered her very gently, Frankie felt the pleasure breaking over
her like a wave—like an unstoppable force that couldn’t be denied
or refuted. She cried aloud, her fingers tightening in his thick
hair as her hips thrust helplessly up to meet him.
Dios,
he was so good at this—so good and
she never wanted it to end…wanted it to go on and on…

Kerov stayed with
her as she bucked against him but finally, when her tremors died
down, he looked up at her. His mouth was wet with her honey, his
eyes blazing.

“
Frankie,” he growled. “I need to be in you—
now.”

“
Yes—
Dios,
yes!”
she moaned, opening her arms to him.

Kerov climbed onto the bed with her and rolled her over so
that suddenly she was straddling him again. Frankie moaned again as
she felt his long, hard shaft rubbing between her swollen pussy
lips.
Madre de
Dios,
she needed
him in her so badly! It was as though the orgasm he’d given her had
only fanned the flames of her desire, making her want the big
Kindred inside her that much more.

“
Please,” she whispered, reaching between them to find him and
rub the broad head of his cock against her wet, aching pussy.
“Please, baby, I need you in me so bad.”

“
Take off your dress,” he muttered hoarsely as she rubbed
against him. “I want to see all of you—want to see you completely
naked while you ride my shaft.”

With a moan, she did
as he said, stripping the dress off over her head and letting it
fall in a tangled heap on the floor.

Kerov groaned when
he saw her naked above him.

“
Gods,
shalla,
so
fucking gorgeous,” he growled. “It almost hurts to look at you but
I can’t turn away. Your body is a work of art—I love
it.”

Frankie thought hazily that
he
was the work of art. His muscular arms and shoulders—the way
his abs bunched and flexed as she mounted him.
Dios,
he was a pretty man! And she wanted him inside
her so damn badly she felt like she would scream if she didn’t get
him there.

Earlier, when she’d
first seen his shaft, she’d been worried about his size. But when
the broad head of his shaft finally found the mouth of her pussy,
she felt him slip inside her with no problem. It was a tight
fit—that was true. But it was a good kind of tightness—a feeling of
stretching as he slid slowly inside her, his eyes holding hers the
whole time.

“
So beautiful,
shalla,”
he
murmured, giving her the sweet nickname in his own language. “So
beautiful taking all of my cock into your sweet, wet
pussy.”

“
You feel good inside me,” Frankie whispered. “So
right.
Ah—
Dios!
I think…think you’re all the way in
now.”

“
I
know I am. Gods, you fit me like a glove,” he groaned softly as he
thrust gently into her, the head of his cock nudging the end of her
channel. “So tight…so tight and wet and perfect. And so
hot.
”

“
That’s right…” Frankie laughed a little breathlessly.
“You…you’ve never been with a girl with the right body temperature
before, have you?”

“
I’ve never been with the right girl—the right female—before,”
he said seriously, looking up at her. “But I am now. Frankie, you
feel so good around me.”

“
Kerov,”
she
whispered and began to ride him.

He let her set the
pace at first, holding still to watch as she slid shamelessly up
and down, filling herself with his shaft, loving the way it looked
sliding in and out of her so wet and slick with her honey.

Then Kerov gripped her hips and began to move. Long, slow,
deep thrusts that hit the end of her channel with every stroke,
making her moan, making her want to open even wider, to take more,
to take it
all.

Frankie didn’t know
how long they rode each other. It seemed like forever, feeling the
man beneath her fill her as he looked into her eyes, gazing at her
as though she was the only woman in the universe for him.

Just like he’s the
only man in the universe for me. Oh, Kerov…

“
Frankie,” he murmured, his hands making a long, slow caress
along her bare back as his shaft stroked inside. “I feel…I think
I’m getting close. But I want to give you pleasure before I pull
out.”

“
You
are
giving me
pleasure. And I’m getting close again too,” Frankie promised him.
“But, Kerov…”