Page 85 of Left-Hand Larceny

“Please—please—”

“You want to come?”

She nods frantically.

“Say it.”

“I—I want—please, Ragnar, please. I want to come.”

“Anything for you, pretty girl.”

I focus on her clit, sucking just hard enough, tongue relentless. I move my hand from her belly, stroking the soft folds of her cunt before sliding two fingers deep. It’s a sudden intrusion, one with no warning, and she gasps as I curl my fingers, searching for that elusive spot. She’s trembling under me and I’m ravenous. Moaning into her cunt until she breaks.

She comes with a cry that turns into a sob, arching off the bed, her hands fisting in the sheets as her thighs shake around my head. I don’t stop. I work her through it, slow it down only when she whimpers and tries to twist away from the pressure.

Only then do I ease off, pressing one last kiss to the inside of her thigh, reverent.

She’s limp, chest heaving, eyes glassy with something close to disbelief.

“Still with me?” I ask, voice rough.

She nods, dazed. “Yes,” she whispers. “Holy shit, yes.”

I chuckle low and press a kiss to her hip as I start crawling up the bed.

“Good,” I murmur. “Because I’m n-not done with you yet.”

Upstairs, a door opens and we both freeze. Footsteps. The dull thud of heels on hardwood. I say a brief thanks for the timing. A few minutes earlier and we wouldn’t have heard them, but they’d have heard us.

Sadie doesn’t react. Or doesn’t seem to. She arches up and pulls me down into another kiss. Wiggling her hips to end up below me, a hand searching for my aching erection.

“Sadie,” I whisper. “W-wait. I think—”

“I don’t care,” she says, breathless. “We’re both adults. It’s fine. Please Ragnar. Please. I need you.”

She pulls me in again, hips tilting, and fuck, I want to give her everything. I want to sink deep and lose myself in the grip of her pussy, but I can’t risk this. Can’t risk her. Reason has abandoned her at the moment. It’s a good thing, my goal, but given what I know about her insecurities, getting caught by—I assume—her parents will cause more harm than good. And the sex is good.

“Wait,” I whisper. “Just a-a m-m-minute. H-hold on.”

She groans and drops her head back.

“I’m g-going to t-take c-c-care of you. Promise.”

I press a kiss to her chest, then stand and pad into the en-suite bathroom. I twist the shower knob, let it roar to life as I study the space. Steam rises fast in the small room, fogging the mirror, but not before I catch sight of the way my pupils have blown wide, the way my hair stands straight up, the flush to my cheeks. I look as wrecked as she does.

When I step back out, Sadie is still lying back on the bed, but her hand is between her legs, breath coming in short bursts.

I lean in the doorway and watch her, the sheen of sweat over her skin, the way she squeezes her tit as she slips a finger into her core.

Her eyes flick to mine. “I can’t—I’m so close, but—”

I’m on the bed before I realize I’ve moved, and I reach for her, voice dropping into something firmer.

“Then listen to my voice,” I say and she whimpers, “Touch yourself. Like I did. You can come, but not until I say.”

She nods.

Footsteps above us. A voice. Her mother.

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