I undid the button of his jeans, and started the zipper. He rose on his knees on either side of my thighs so I could work the zipper down, and now I could lie back on the bed and let him slip the skirt over my h*ps and down my legs, so that I lay looking up at him in only the lingerie, hose, and heels.
He gazed down at me and his face said more than any words how beautiful he found me. "I never dreamed that I would be allowed to see a sidhe princess like this, and to know that I can do this," he said, and he traced his fingers along the mounds of my br**sts where the bra met the whiteness of my flesh. I drew a breath for him. He smiled, and put his hand down the front of my bra until he found a nipple and played it between two fingers, rolling it, pinching it, softly, until I made a small happy noise for him.
He smiled more, and put his hands to his opened pants, then hesitated again. This time I helped by saying, "Take off your pants, Kitto. Let me see you without them."
I wasn't specific enough in my wording, because he didn't just wiggle out of his jeans; the silky blue of his underwear went with the outer pants. He crawled back to me nude, his body already growing eager. I lay on the bed, my knees still over the edge of it, my heels not touching the ground, and watched him, my eyes drawn to that part of him that was oh so male.
He leaned over me so that just his mouth touched mine, and we kissed. It started out gentle, but grew until he had to draw back from me, saying with a hoarse whisper, "You're going to cut yourself on my fangs."
"You said that the poison only works if you concentrate. Otherwise they're just teeth."
He shook his head. "I'm not willing to risk you and the babies." He laid his small hand on my still-flat stomach and said, "I won't risk them."
I watched the gentleness in his face, no, the love. He wasn't one of the fathers and he knew that, but for him more than for any of the other men it didn't seem to matter. He was also more excited about decorating the nurseries than most of the other men, including some of the fathers.
I ran my hands up his bare arms and across his shoulders, until he looked down at me, and the gentleness was edged with something not so gentle. That suited me and my mood just fine. I showed him with my hands, my arms, and my kisses that I appreciated his care for me, my babies, my life, all of it. But I kept the kisses more careful, because Kitto was right. It wasn't worth the risk.
I was down to nothing but my thigh-high hose and the high heels with him on all fours above me. I slid down the bed so that I could slide my hands around his h*ps and my mouth around that bit of him that dangled so temptingly over me. His entire body reacted to my mouth sliding over him, his spine bowing, and his head dropping, his hands digging into the bed like a cat kneading its claws. His breath came out in a soft explosive sound, as if he wanted to say something but I'd stolen his words away.
I put my hand at the small of his back, my nails digging in just a little, as I held my upper body off the bed and wrapped my other hand around the base of him so I could get a better angle. It wasn't that Kitto was small, but he wasn't as well-endowed as some of the other men in my life. But there is a certain joy in giving o**l s*x to a man who doesn't make you have to fight to deep throat all of him. I put my mouth down until I met his body and there was no more of him to go in my mouth. My hands wrapped around his h*ps and waist so that I could enjoy being that deep on him and not having to use my hands, but only my mouth to suck and swallow so that it was an almost continuous motion of my mouth around the long, wide, quivering, length of him.
My nails dug into his back, and he cried out for me. He found his words, and said, "Stop or I'll go. Please stop or I won't last."
I took my mouth off him long enough to say, "Go, go in my mouth."
"I need to bring you pleasure first."
"I do enjoy this."
He shook his head and would have pulled away farther, but I kept him above me with a flexing of nails in his back. "Please, Merry, please let me."
I licked a long wet line up his stomach, and let go of him so I could move underneath his body and reach his nipple. I licked the edge of it until it hardened under my attentions. I put my teeth in a seal around his nipple, sucking on him, and then using my teeth to stretch his nipple out from his body. He made small eager noises for me.
His voice was breathy as he said, "Please, let me go down on you."
I bit him hard enough to leave a red ring from my teeth in a mark around his nipple, hard enough for him to cry out above me. Kitto liked to be bitten, as much as he liked to bite.
He shuddered above me. His whole body quaked with reaction to the bite. When he could control himself enough to speak, he asked, "Please, may I go down on you?"
"I've gone down on you before," I said.
"But second, after I've pleasured you." He stayed on all fours beside me, waiting for me to give him permission.
"Why is it so important that I go first, other than that it's fun for me?"
He knelt on the bed, sitting back on his heels. "You know how goblins view o**l s*x?"
"Powerful goblins don't give o**l s*x, they receive it from less-powerful goblins. It's a mark of dominance to get head, but not ever give it."
He smiled. "Exactly. Some powerful goblins will give o**l s*x to their strumpets, but only in private, only where no one else will ever find out."
I had two other part-goblin lovers, the very powerful twins Holly and Ash. One of the twins was a pervert among goblins because he loved going down on women, but he only did it when the three of us were alone. He knew that his brother would never tell, nor would I, but if anyone found out it would lessen his status among them.