Page 95 of The Secret

He moved back, his hands sliding from above my head down my body, returning to where they’d been.

“Kit, tell me again, how good was last night?”

His thumbs were slowly brushing the insides of my thighs, back and forth in a delicate swiping movement. I wanted to push myself down onto him to feel that swiping higher up.

“It was amazing.” I managed to find the words somewhere to string a sentence together.

“Fuck, look at you. You’re so perfect.” His thumbs kept up their rhythm and a trickle of wetness seeped out of my panties, coating the skin where he could feel it.

“How badly do you want it? Tell me, I need to hear it.”

“So badly.”

He was mesmerizing, leaning over me, almost incandescent with arousal, his green eyes mossy dark and hooded. I could feel how hard he was, his swim trunks doing a poor job of holding in what was clearly a very impressive dick. A dick I desperately wanted to feel inside me.

His hands finally moved up, his fingers slipping under the elastic of my panties. My breath stopped as he slid them slowly down my legs, dropping them on the floor to the side.

“Do you trust me?”

I nodded, beside myself with anticipation. “Yes, of course.”

“Lift your hands above your head and hold onto the ladder. Don’t let go.”

I did as he ordered, which pushed my boobs closer to his face. Another sly smile passed over his lips, and he pulled the top edge of my dress down, taking my bra with it.

My head hit the back of the ladder as his mouth closed over a nipple, my grip on the rung the only thing holding me up as my legs practically gave way.

“You are the sexist thing I’ve ever seen.” The timbre of his low, gravelly voice vibrated across my skin, sending goosebumps from the tips of my fingers to the ends of my curled toes.

I couldn’t answer. Just like last night, he’d stripped me of all my abilities, stolen my voice along with my inhibitions. I stopped breathing altogether as he pushed my dress up, exposing me to him, completely naked in the glow of the midday sun bursting through the windows.

He pushed my legs as far apart as the ladder would let them. “Jesus Christ, if I’d known last night that this is what awaited me, I would have ripped those fucking pants off there and then.”

He stood back, studying me, I could feel the heat of a blush coursing through my body, but I was too far gone to care. I wanted his hands on me and I wanted them now.

“Murray, please…”

“It’s okay, darling. I’ve got you.”

His thumb brushed against my clit and I couldn’t shoot back any further than I already was, but my head hit the ladder again as it fell hard, and all I could see was my knuckles, white as snow, and gripping the rung like I was on a ride. Which, I was. The ride of my life.

Using both his hands he parted my folds, taking another long look. “You’re dripping wet, dripping… Later, I’m tasting this. Later.”

My toes were curling, my thighs were shaking, and he’d barely touched me. Was this an out of body experience? But then one of his thick fingers slid inside me, followed by another, curling up inside me, bearing down with just the right amount of pressure and my entire core clenched on itself.

No, this was my out of body experience.

“Fuck, Kit, you’re squeezing me so hard. Jesus, my dick is going to need CPR.”

I groaned so loudly the island of Manhattan would have heard me.

“Oh, you like that? You like the thought of my dick being so tightly fitted inside you it’s going to need your mouth around it, bringing it back to life?” His fingers kept a steady pace, sliding in and out, his gaze fixated on the movement as intensely as I was fixated on the sensation.

I hummed in response, barely managing to stay conscious, my body shaking so viciously I could be having a seizure.

He leaned forward, his lips almost touching mine but not quite, the heat of his body sending mine into red zone levels. “I’ve thought about it so much, what you’d feel like wrapped around my dick. Your mouth, your pussy, it doesn’t matter. I want to feel you wring the life out of me.”

He added another finger, filling me up, all three pressing inside me as his lips found a nipple again. I couldn’t hold on any longer. My orgasm hit me at Mach speed, Murray’s one free arm tightened round me as my legs gave way and I slipped down the ladder, while my body spasmed like it was being exorcised. His lips crashed down on mine swallowing my cries, taking control of my mouth like he’d taken control of every other part of me, heart, mind, soul… and now my vagina. He owned every facet of my life.

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