Page 94 of Cinder
My pulse races, my breath quickening.
He slides his hand between my legs. I flinch because I’ve never felt a man there before, and when he slides one finger, and then a second finger inside me, I whimper and give in to the newness. To the desire racing through me. To the pleasure his fingers bring me as he pushes them in and out of my body.
And I’m ready for them. If the sound of my wetness as he slides his fingers in and out, in and out is anything to go by.
He watches me, and I watch him back with lust-heavy eyes. Then his thumb finds my clit, and he begins to rub, and I drop my head back and moan.
It feels so good. Every push of his fingers inside me. Every stroke of his thumb across my clit.
The sweet tension begins to build, until I begin to throb beneath his touch.
I begin to squirm.
“Let go, Little Cinder.” His voice is rough. “Let me give you a new memory to think of whenever you see your scar.”
He can see what he is doing to me. Hear it every time he moves his fingers in and out of my drenched pussy.
He’s going to make me come. But I’ve never come in front of anyone before, and I feel self-conscious and afraid of letting go. It feels frightening. Not to mention awkward.
But with Lars I feel…safe.
“I want to watch you come,” he rasps, increasing the tempo of his thumb against my clit. “You can trust me, baby. I won’t let anything bad happen.”
My toes begin to curl. I can feel it building in me. That rising swell of a wave. I moan wantonly, but I am beyond caring.
“That’s it, baby. You look so fucking hot.” Our eyes meet, and his are hooded and glazed, his face tight with lust. “Come for me, Little Firecracker.”
His thumb grinds into my clit and detonates the mother of all orgasms, and my body explodes with pleasure—raw, uninhibited pleasure—streaming into every limb.
“Oh God,” I cry out.
I close my eyes, and a bright flare of light bursts across the inside of my lids.
Lars chuckles. “God had nothing to do with that, baby, it was all me.”
He removes his fingers and one by one sucks them into his beautiful mouth.
Spellbound, I watch him, the throb between my legs telling me I am ready for anything more he has to give me.
He flashes me that wicked smile, and before I can process what is happening, I feel his breath on my skin and his tongue leisurely sliding through my wet pussy.
Oh. My. God.
I’ve never felt anything like it.
His warm breath. The soft velvety glides of his tongue. The shallow penetrations—Jesus, this feels so damn good.
Finger fucking me is one thing.
Eating my pussy is a whole new ball game.
I grip the edge of the bed and feel the swell of a new orgasm building deep within my core. It’s gathering speed. Surging forward and?—
“Oh God… Lars.” I grab his head and lift my hips to meet his tongue. “Oh fuck…”
The second orgasm crashes through me with devastating violence and heat and energy, making my toes curl and my legs stiffen, then eddies away slowly, leaving me dazed and high.
Lars looks up from between my thighs, his lips glistening, his eyes gleaming with wicked triumph.
