Page 62 of Whirlwind
I pause just above the apex of her thighs. We’re both trembling—me from adrenaline and lust, her for reasons I can’t quite name.
“Are you ready?”
“I’m eager,” she says, guiding my hand through her soft curls until my fingers rest on her clit. “Oh, God.”
“Keep looking at me, Kit,” I tell her, cupping her temple with my free hand as my fingers begin to tease the most sensitive part of her. She pants, eyes glazing with lust.
“Stay with me.”
“I’m here. I’m here. It feels…so much.”
I slide lower, dipping one finger inside her—just enough for a taste.
“Tyson.”
It’s a plea for more. I press my thumb to her mouth until she pulls it in, then add a second finger inside her drenched heat. She rocks on my hand, her teeth biting into the meat of my thumb, and my cock throbs in response.
“Can I taste you, Kit? Can I make you come?”
“Please,” she cries. “Please, Tyson.”
I scoop her into my arms and lay her on the bed. Her hair fans around her like a dark halo—an angel with a sinful aura. Except there’s nothing sinful about Kit. She’s everything good and precious.
I adjust her legs, spreading them until my shoulders fit between. My hands cup behind her knees, lifting them.
“You move however makes you feel good, okay?” She nods. This will be the first time she doesn’t have to bring herself over the edge. I’ll only be satisfied if I blow her mind. “Dig your heels into my back, pull my hair, bite my hand—whatever you need to get what you want. I can take it. I want to take it.”
She nods again, and I settle between her thighs. I inhale her scent before pressing my thumb to her folds and opening her up for my first taste. She’s warm, sweet—and she jumps when I flick her clit.
One heel digs into my back, giving her leverage to grind against my mouth as I lick and fuck her with my tongue.
The way she’s responded tonight is astonishing. I’d have given her all the time in the world. After what she’s been through, I expected her to be timid, even afraid. Instead, she’s been nothing but brave—bold in reclaiming her life.
That I get to be part of that? It wrecks me in the best possible way.
Stiffening my tongue, I fuck her with new zeal, circling her clit with my thumb.
“Tyson, I…I’m close.”
I hum into her, pleased that she’s nearly there. I pull at her breast, and her hips rock up. Over and over. Then, her palm lands on the back of my head, pressing my mouth to her pussy, and I give her everything I can until she cries out her pleasure. I don’t stop licking, sucking, touching her.
“Oh my fucking God, oh my God,” she chants until her orgasm subsides and the same sobbing laughter as last time kicks in.
“Hey, hey.” Crawling up her body, I cradle her against my chest. “I’ve got you.”
“I’m okay,” she says between hiccupping breaths. “I’m sorry, I didn’t know. I didn’t know, Tyson.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“That it could be so good. That it could be fun,” she says into my neck. “I’m so mad about that.”
“You’re mad it was fun?” I ask, already knowing what she means but wanting her to keep talking. Wanting to keep her present in the moment and not slipping into some lonely place inside her head.
“Mad that I’ve missed out on so much of it from being afraid.”
“That’s not your fault, Kit. It’s a natural response,” I say, turning my face to hers. “I’ll help you make up for lost time.”
Her hands snake up between us and cup my cheeks as she stares at me, her eyes bouncing between mine.
