Then he began to kiss down my neck - on the front. Zasen bent, then knelt, and still his mouth moved lower until it was on my chest, then down my breast. Through my shirt, he sucked at the part that felt so good, nipping at the cloth between us on one side while his hand moved on the other.
I had to hold on to something, so I clutched at his head for balance. The way he murmured made me think that was the right choice. After a moment, his mouth and hand switched sides, but the hand he wasn't using? It dropped to slide up my thigh, pausingthere.
"It's supposed to feel good," he whispered against my chest as he began to rub.
"I'm still dressed," I reminded him as if he didn't know that too.
His mouth moved to kiss my belly. "I think you should stay that way, Ayla."
Yeah, but I didn't. I was tired of holding back, being good, and obeying rules that had been made to keep me in my place. I killed Moles now. I fought for the chance to do what I wanted, and right now, I wanted this. Him. Here.
So I grabbed my shirt and pulled it over my head. Zasen's mouth was in the way, and he had to jerk back to keep from being caught in it, but the hand between my legs didn't slow. Yet when I was about to throw the fabric to the side, he let go of me to catch it.
"We don't have a blanket," he warned.
I didn't really know what he meant, and I didn't care at all. I simply reached behind me to release my bra. "So?"
He growled out something that sounded like, "Fuck," and then pulled his own shirt over his head.
Throwing both mine and his on the ground, he reached for his pack and began digging. I wasn't sure what he was doing, but I wasn't going to let him stop now. I tossed my bra by my shirt, then moved to my belt, wrenching open my pants so I could get those off too.
"If you're doing this," he said as he pulled out the long, narrow, and black strip of amazingly soft leather, "then boots too, Ayla." And he spread that over the two shirts almost like a blanket but narrower. "And I've made you a bed." It looked like the leather strip he often used as his loincloth.
Which meant we were doing this! He wasn't saying no. I wouldn't get pregnant. This was okay, and happening, and real! A trickle of worry ran down the back of my mind, but I pushed it out of the way. My heart began to move even faster.
I didn't know what to do.
I did know I was safe. I knew this shouldn't hurt. I wasn't sure itwouldn't, but I'd been told enough times that it shouldn't,and I believed them all. So, once I had my boots off, and my pants pooled on the ground, I moved to the leather wearing only my socks and panties.
Zasen held up a hand, helping to ease me down as he once had so long ago before we could talk. When I was sitting, he moved in again, kissing me so I couldn't lean back while he knelt by my hip.
"Ayla, look at me?" he begged.
I did, not knowing what to say, but feeling that tingling in my body that always came before a battle. Nerves? That had to be it, because I wouldnotbe afraid.
"We don't have to do this," he said.
"I want to know," I insisted.
His eyes lowered, running across my body in a split second, then back. "Do you trust me?" he asked.
I nodded.
"No, you have to say it."
"Yes." The word was only a breath.
He slid his arm around my back and leaned in. "Then do not scream, because your dogs will kill me if you do." And one more time, he kissed me.
Each pass of his tongue guided me lower to the ground until I was lying. Beside me, I could feel him move, but he was still wearing pants. I knew that wasn't how this was supposed to work, but it was just cool enough out that my nipples were standing hard. Every pass of his satin skin made me want to whimper, and those were only accidental touches. So when he began to kiss his way down my neck again, I couldn't help but arch into the heat of his mouth.
"I'm going to..." He kissed between my breasts. "...take off your panties, Ayla."
"Uh-huh," I mumbled.
He kept kissing. My belly now, and I felt when his hands hooked in the cotton and pulled it lower. I had to lift my rump, then move my legs, but Zasen stripped me more efficiently than I could do myself. Then, he shifted between my legs - still kissing down my belly - and guided my hands to the back of his head.
"It's supposed to feel good," he said before kissing medown there.
