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  Tark groaned again and rubbed his face against her, almost like a cat marking his territory. It reminded Chloe of the way he had rubbed against her when he tasted her pussy…which made her feel tingly and hot between her legs. God, she wouldn’t mind letting him do that again…if he wanted to.

  From the way the big Kindred was rubbing against her, it didn’t seem he would mind.

  “P-please.” He looked up at her, his eyes dark gold with need and longing. “Need to t-taste you…taste your nipples.”

  “Well, that’s a very advanced technique,” Chloe lectured him breathlessly. “But I think in this case you might be ready.”

  Raising up a little, she cupped her right breast and fed her tight, tingling point between his lips.

  Tark groaned and opened his mouth eagerly to suck her deep inside. He drew hard on her tight bud, nursing the tender nipple and sending sparks of pleasure straight down to Chloe’s pussy.

  “Mmm!” she purred, running her fingers through his hair. “God, Tark, that feels so good!”

  He answered by releasing her right nipple and sucking the left one as well. One big hand stole up to tug and twist gently at her other peak while Chloe moaned and thrust out her chest, wanting to give him better access.

  God, her pussy was getting so hot and wet she didn’t know what to do! She could almost come like this—letting the big Kindred suck and tease her nipples. But she didn’t want to—she wanted more.

  “Now, Tark,” she said, panting a little as she finally withdrew from him, letting her nipple slip from his lips. “I think it’s time to move on to the next stage of your treatment.”

  “Wh-what’s that?” There was a hungry growl in his voice that was impossible to ignore but at the same time he was still sitting beneath her on the couch, letting her direct the action. Chloe had an idea he wanted to prove to her that he could be gentle—that the rough and scary sex they’d had at the resort wasn’t what she could always expect from him. Which was fine with her—she liked taking the lead.

  “I think we need to move the touching lower down,” she explained. Reaching between them, she stroked the rock-hard bulge she could feel in his tight black uniform trousers. “Do you think you’re ready for that?”

  “Yes,” Tark said hoarsely. “G-gods, yes.”

  “That’s very good but we’re still going to take things slowly,” Chloe cautioned him. Rapidly she unfastened his trousers and opened them, letting his long, thick cock spring free.

  God, he was huge! Even knowing that she’d had most of his equipment inside her, Chloe still bit her lip in consternation. She’d had all but the mating fist—the thick swelling around the base of his shaft. But now she knew how to get that into herself as well.

  “Precum is the key,” Olivia had told her confidentially. “A Beast Kindred actually has compounds in his body fluids that will help you open for him. The trick is to get lots and lots of those fluids rubbed into you before you try it.”

  Chloe fully intended to follow her friend’s advice—which was yet another reason to take things slowly.

  “I’m going to touch you for a little while,” she told Tark, giving him a challenging look. “I want you to just sit there and let me do it. Can you do that?”

  She could tell by the clenching of his jaw how difficult this was for him but he only nodded.

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” Chloe purred. Taking his thick shaft in both hands, she stroked him up and down, her fingers clasped lightly around the hard pole of flesh, loving the heated, silky feel of his flesh.

  At first Tark watched her but then the sight seemed to be too much for him. He threw back his head and rumbled a groan as she teased and stroked him, making him hotter and harder until a clear bead of precum appeared at the head of his cock. That was what she needed and Chloe knew where she needed it too.

  “Tark,” she whispered breathlessly. “Do you think you’re ready to go on to the next step?”

  He looked at her, his eyes half-lidded with lust.

  “N-next step?”

  “This…” Chloe flipped up her flirty little skirt and showed him her pussy, encased in the thin, lacy black panties.

  “Gods,” he groaned. “Yes.”

  “Slowly, though,” Chloe cautioned. She had been going to rub her pussy against him while she was still wearing her panties but she didn’t want to waste a single drop of his precum. It was, after all, what was going to help her take him all the way this time. She needed every bit of it she could get.

  Making sure that Tark was getting a good view, she reached between them and tugged the tiny, wispy crotch of the panties to one side, baring her pussy. She had taken the time to shave that morning and she felt fresh and clean and incredibly exposed without her little mound of blonde curls.

  Tark seemed to like the look because he groaned again and she saw his big hands clench into fists at his sides. She could tell how desperately he wanted to grab her by the hips and lift her onto his cock but he was still holding himself back—still proving that he could be trusted.

  Chloe loved him for holding back—for not wanting to frighten her. It made her certain he was the right man for her—and it made her want him even more.

  “Now Tark,” she told him, her voice high and breathless. “We’re going to practice some intimate touching together. I’m just going to rub against you a little bit, very slowly. Do you think you can let me do that?”

  Slowly, he nodded.

  “Y-yes.”

  “Good.” Chloe was nearly panting with desire and anticipation. God, she wanted this—wanted him. But she still wanted to take things at a leisurely pace.

  Biting her lip in concentration, she brought the broad, blunt head of his cock to her pussy and rubbed it deep into her slippery folds. She couldn’t stop the moan that broke from her throat when she felt that single droplet of precum stroke against her clit.

  She felt a warm sensation spreading across her flesh where it touched her. Was it her imagination or was she feeling the effects of his body on hers, his precum making her ready to take him in? It reminded her of some kind of warming lubricant—it made her whole pussy tingle with pleasure.

  Wanting more of the sensation, she did it again and the again until she was sliding up and down his thick length, enfolding his shaft with her pussy lips as she ground against the hard ridge of his cock.

  “G-gods, Chloe!” Tark nearly moaned. His big hands stole up to her hips and rested there, caressing her restlessly. “W-want you naked,” he told her, his eyes like molten gold they were so hot. “Want you n-naked and riding my shaft.”

  His hot, dirty words turned her on even more. With a little moan, Chloe began to strip off her clothes. The blouse and skirt and bra all had to go. She didn’t want to leave Tark’s lap long enough to take off the panties but the big Kindred solved that problem by twisting his big fingers in the fragile side straps until they broke. Then he pulled them aside and brought them to his nose, inhaling deeply.

  “Tark?” Chloe wasn’t sure about this but when he pulled the small scrap of black lace away, his eyes were half-lidded—nearly drugged with lust.

  “I’m n-not the only one w-with a bonding scent,” he rumbled. “Gods, Chloe—w-want to taste you.”

  Chloe felt her entire body shiver with desire.

  “I…I suppose that could be part of our therapy,” she murmured. “Taste and touch therapy.”

  It was as though he was waiting for her permission to be released. The moment she gave him the go ahead, Tark swung her off of him and planted her firmly on the couch on her back.

  Chloe gasped at the suddenness of the move but the next minute he was on his knees between her legs, spreading her wide to press hot kisses between her thighs.

  “Oh, Tark,” she gasped as he kissed her eagerly yet gently, kissing her pussy as tenderly as he would have kissed her mouth. The only thing she still had on were the thigh-high hose and the black lace garter belt that went with them. It felt incredib