Page 43 of Thief

“Oh, that’s too good.” Her voice was hollow and desperate, and she reached for her nipples to swirl and peak, drag them to pain. She watched him move his tongue back up to her quivering clitoris, felt him slide two fingers deep inside her. She dropped her head back to the pillow with her eyes shut, her strength used up.

The sensitive spot on her front vaginal wall became the focus of his internal attentions. She snapped her breath in and out as his fingers worked it. He began to lave harder at her tight button, fretting and lapping until her body stiffened with tension, signalling the imminence of her climax. He thrust against her G-spot harder, rubbing with his finger pads, giving it what it needed.

She tightened her internal muscles, froze as every nerve she possessed celebrated existence, then his teeth caught her clit in the tiniest bite imaginable, and her whole body jerked. She screamed, losing her battle to keep noise levels down, and bucked against him as her entire world exploded like a nuclear detonation. Her face contorted and she curled forward, eyes flying open at the myriad of divine sensations. The only intelligible sound coming from her mouth his name.

“It’s okay. Shh. It’s okay, baby. Shh, now,” he said, rising above her and shucking down his jeans and boxers with one hand. “Stay up there.” He kept his fingers inside her and the heel of his hand pressing on her clit, absorbing the powerful contractions of her pelvic muscles as he continued a deep circular motion. She tried to pull away, but he settled his hips over her, pressing her farther into the bed.

“John,” she groaned, reaching frantically for him.

He finally withdrew his fingers and grabbed for her small, scrabbling wrists. Taking them prisoner, he hoisted them above her head, rendering her at his mercy.

She whimpered.

“That was just the warm up. Remember? Like yesterday, come again, come with me. How many virgins get multiple orgasms on their first go?”

She answered with a moan indiscernible between pleasure and pain and bowed the bones of her spine into the mattress.

“It’ll be real good,” he grunted. “Stay with me.” He let go of her wrists and looped his forearms under her drawn up legs. He spread them wide and raised her knees in line with her chest, tilting her upwards and as stretched open as she could possibly be. He balanced high above her, the broad head of his penis pressing at her saturated entrance.

“John, please…” she groaned. Her body was frantic. She needed him inside, needed to be filled to bursting point. She understood the rollercoaster ride now. She’d had the first thrill, and there was more to come. “Just fuck me.”

“Never could deny a lady,” he ground out through gritted teeth.

Then he was gliding in, sending sensations arcing through her body. Her deep groan wept into the air as he buried to the hilt on the first thrust. He was so smooth, so huge, and the way he invaded her was so consuming.

“Kat,” he whispered at the end of his own entry moan. “Kat.” Quickly he found a hard, primitive and deliciously satisfying rhythm. “Kat.”

She ignored him, her eyes were closed and her head thrown to the side, lost to everything except her body’s reaction to his hip movements. She could feel another stunning climax building deep in her womb as he massaged her core.

“Kat, look at me.” He dropped his weight onto his elbows, and immediately, she wrapped her legs tightly around his waist, jabbing her heels into his lower back, urging him on and in. “Look at me!”

When she still didn’t respond, he cupped her face between his hands. “Open your eyes, damn it, and look at me. I want you to know it’s me making you feel this way.Memaking love to you. You’re not with some goddamn hit now. Open your bloody eyes!”

Kat lifted heavy lids and looked into his face.

His brow was shining with sweat and his face stretched with the effort of holding back. “Can you see me?”

“Yes…yes…I see you.” She nodded, biting her lip savagely. “Oh God, I see you, I see you. Just…don’t, don’t stop…ughhh!” She clenched around him in helpless spasms, gave herself up to the heavenly waves of the second deeply satisfying orgasm pounding her body. She sucked in a long breath and released a cry of ecstasy. Her eyes rolled shut again. It was as if she’d taken the most powerful drug imaginable, and she didn’t want its relentless pummelling to stop…ever.

She was aware of something in John snapping—self-control. Suddenly, he was pounding in and out of her like a jackhammer.

He grunted, “Holy shit”, “Jesus Christ” and “Oh fuck” as his coccyx curled hard under to meet her pelvis with each thrust. His muscles turned to stone, and he froze for a few long, out-of-this-world seconds, which then culminated in his own moment of climax. She flicked her eyes open and looked at his face. It was contorted with ecstasy, his neat white teeth bared animal like and his eyes shut into tight creases. Warm jets of cum rushed inside, filling her, owning her.

He collapsed. Barely supporting his weight and with his face turned away on the pillow.

Kat pulled in long breaths and pushed her hot cheek onto his short hair. It was prickly and damp with sweat. She had an unfamiliar rush of emotion, affection. He was a generous lover. She got two orgasms to his one. He was so intent on pleasuring her, even when he’d been fucking her in temper he’d made sure she was ready to come before he had.

She ran her fingernails over his broad, clammy shoulder blades; a light scratching that generated a minute shudder in his powerful muscles. “Thank you,” she whispered.

“For what,” he muttered without moving.

“For being my first.”

Chapter Seven

John sat out on Kat’s balcony in the afternoon sunshine with Carlos’s innocuous looking white, unopened envelope in his hand. Within its paper seal lay the name and probable location of tonight’s unsuspecting victim—someone who owned a very expensive car and deemed suitable for Kat to approach, seduce and steal from.

Kat hovered behind him since there was only one chair on the balcony, looking out at the city view. The morning sun had burnt off the grey haze that had rested like an oppressive blanket when they’d breakfasted together, and now, she took the time to let her eyes drift over the staggered roofs and jagged chimney pots down towards the muddy Thames glinting in the sunlight.

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