Page 34 of Meet Me In The Dark
“Yes, what?”
The shiver that rolls down my spine is instant. I don’t even know where it comes from—some deep, instinctual place—but it’s there, and I give in to it.
“Yes, sir.”
Yes, sir, Celeste? Yes, fucking, sir?
He might have just meantYes, please.
He might be trying to teach me manners.
But he groans, so I guess that is the correct answer. “Good girl.”
The praise hits hard. It sinks into me, heating every nerve, coiling tight in my belly until my thighs press together in reflex.
Heart about to pound out of my chest, I guide him beneath the lace of my panties, and try to keep my breathing even.
He hums in approval when he finds me already soaked.
One finger drags through my core, teasing the slickheat gathered there, and my breathing turns ragged when his thumb ghosts over my clit.
“You like being touched when you can’t see it coming?”
“Yes.”
He strokes again. A little firmer.
“You like being made to wait for it?”
Another circle over my clit.
“Y-yes,” I breathe, hips bucking against his hand.
“That’s good because I’m going to take my time with you.”
His fingers slide lower, parting me and spreading me open with slow, testing strokes.
I whimper, a sound that hardly registers until I feel his smile against my skin.
“I want to hear you,” he whispers just as two fingers press inside, causing a slow, thick stretch. “Hold onto me.”
I grip his shoulders, digging my nails in, feeling the solid muscle underneath.
With long, lazy thrusts, he fucks me with his fingers while his thumb circles my clit in tormenting circles.
I can’t breathe.
I can’t think.
“Oh, God,” I cry out, feeling myself shake.
“Good girl,” he whispers, feeling my body tense around his fingers.
I come hard, a strangled cry slipping from my lips as pleasure rips through me.
It’s been so long—too long—since I’ve felt anything close to this, and it crashes over me like a tidal wave.
His grip tightens, holding me through it, his fingers slowing but not stopping, stroking me through theaftershocks.
