Page 36 of Thief

“Yes,” she replied. The pull in her lower abdomen where he was pressing with the flat of his other hand had become a nagging need. “Yes, the good bit.”

The rocking of the vibrator didn’t stop as he parted the slick folds around her clit, spreading them outwards so her nub was vulnerable and exposed. “God, that’s a gorgeous sight,” he murmured.

Kat felt the same cold texture wrap around her clit as the ears settled on either side. She bucked upwards, feeling a desperate need for pressure, her patience suddenly running dry. She moaned.

“Wait for it,” he chuckled. “Just got to find the right switch.” It didn’t take long, one tap of a button, and the vibrator took off.

Kat nearly hit the roof. Not only was the thick length whirring against the lining of her pussy, the two little ears were fondling her clit at an alarming pace. She thrashed her head back and jerked her hips off the cushion.

“Easy, baby.” John cooed. “Easy does it.” He repositioned her hips.

Kat gasped and locked her elbow rigid, her fingers digging into the tendons of his wrist. He plunged it slow and gentle, but that made little difference. It was the insistent whirring and buzzing that was doing it. Her whole body was humming, singing, droning from deep within.

“I’m gonna come,” she gasped, and she was. It had built that fast. The machine was wickedly designed. She didn’t stand a chance. Her clit had taken off into another dimension. Sweat popped on her brow. She reached for the back of the sofa and fisted the cushion. She was being lifted up dangerously high, dangerously fast. What could she do? She was out of control.

“Oh, God,” she said, turning her head to the side and screwing up her eyes. “Please.”

“What do you want?” John asked, pushing the vibrator even higher—the filling sensation seemed to go right up to her chest.

“I…I don’t know…”

“Maybe it’s this?” He pressed those sinful ears all the tighter alongside her clit.

It was most definitely what she wanted.

She flew apart, sliced into a million little pieces.?A scream left her mouth for the briefest of seconds before he was over her, kissing her, capturing the sound. She didn’t kiss him back, she couldn’t; she just kept her mouth open in total shock. She convulsed, every muscle charging downwards and clenching the vibrating toy with strength she didn’t know those muscles possessed.

She tried to escape the buzzing ears and tried to lose the tormenting buzz now release had been found. She wriggled and pushed her hand against John’s shoulder, but he was a dead weight lying on top of her. Not enough to bash air from her lungs, but enough to keep her trapped, trapped as the vibrator carried on pounding and pulsing at her.

“No,” she wailed desperately into his mouth. “No more…”?“It’s all good, stay with it.”

“No, it’s too much,” she gasped, squirming wildly.

“I promise you’ll come again if you ride it through.”?“No, I…I can’t stand it anymore.” She balled his T-shirt with her clawing fingers and tugged. “It’s too intense. You said you wouldn’t hurt me.”

“I’m not hurting you. You’re mixing up sensations.” His chin pressed against her cheek, and his hand remained locked between her legs, keeping the vibrator pounding away. Her clitoris was stuck in an explosion of overwhelming awareness, her pussy invaded so totally as her treacherous internal muscles kept on spasming. “No,” she whimpered. “No more. I need to pee.”

“No, you don’t.” He pressed his hand harder over her lower belly. “It’s hitting your G-spot. Push through the feeling. You won’t pee, I promise.”

“I will. Get it out.” She tugged at his arms, his wrists, but it was like trying to shift a ton of rubble. “I’ll pee on you.”

His lips locked onto hers again and his tongue delved deep.

Kat tried to wriggle away, but it was no good. He was so physically overpowering when he decided to be. Her clit was bursting, dragging downwards, and her insides were heating up like live flames. She brought her leg from the floor and curled it around John’s hip to try and shift his position.

“Catch it again, don’t fight it,” he said into her mouth. “That second orgasm is right there, deep inside. Set it free, and you’ll fly like a bird, Pussy Cat.”

Kat flicked open her eyes and looked straight into his. They were dark and intense. There was no malice there, no hostility, just a desire for her to do as he asked and to find that next tsunami of pleasure. She held herself still and cupped her hand around the nape of his neck. Her fingers dug into the taut tendons, and she concentrated for all she was worth on the piercing depths of his eyes as she struggled to move past the bladder sensation.

Suddenly, the feeling switched. From being the most intolerable stimulation she’d ever known, it turned a full circle and became an exquisite temptation. So deep and so powerful she curled her pelvis for more, hardly believing she could after the way it had felt seconds ago.

“That’s it, baby, reach for it—reach for the stars.” He kept both his hands between their bodies, one pushed on her stomach his fingers spreading her engorged folds so her clit protruded for the ears and the other holding the vibrator steady and deep within her. He didn’t move it; it was moving enough on its own with all that swirling and pulsing on full power.

Her mouth opened in a silent gasp. It was coming again, just like he said it would. She could feel it building. But it was different this time. It was coming from so deep within, stacking up from the inside like a ball about to roll down a mountain. She clenched harder and the muscles of her inner thighs squeezed against his wrist. “John…” she gasped. “John…”

“I’m here, baby, Let it take you.” He put his mouth to her ear and murmured, “I’ll catch you, and then it will all be over, I promise.”

“Arghh…” Kat tipped over the edge. She let herself fall. Like a tight elastic band being snipped, her torso twanged upwards but could go nowhere because of the big body spread over hers. Her torso clenched from her sternum to her knees, every single fibre contracting around the solid plastic treating her so wickedly. This wasn’t just her clit having a great time. This was something else, something more. John pressed his hand harder over her mound, and the feeling intensified if that was possible. She screwed up her eyes and felt liquid pouring from them, trails of euphoria seeping down her cheeks.

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