Page 71 of Thief

She moaned deep in her throat at the heated, wonderful spiral of pleasure. The blindfold wasn’t replaced, and she absorbed his suddenly soft expression gazing down at her. He stilled at the hilt. Something in his eyes had changed, thawed, calmed, she didn’t understand why.

Gently, he withdrew so the rim of his cock sat just inside her back passage. He held still and reached down for something at his side.

Kat tried to cant her hips to ease him back in but couldn’t travel even an inch. She was trussed up tight and the scarf had stretched thin. Suddenly, she saw what had been making the clicking and whirring noise.

In his hands, he held a camera, an old fashioned Polaroid which delivered the photo directly out of the base. He held it up to his face and tensed his thighs beneath her buttocks to keep her steady. He pressed the button.

Click. Whirr.

The small, square photo rolled out the slit instantly.

“Bloody hell,” Kat said. “You just took a photo of your cock in my arse.”

“I know.”

“Why?”

“Is that my last question?”

Kat frowned. “No, it just would have been nice to be asked, that’s all.”

“People don’t always ask when they take things—you, of all people, should know that.”

He looked at her with an oddly indulgent smile. “Plus, it would have been a wasted question, because I’m taking photos because I can. There’s no real answer.” He wafted the photo in the air then laid it out of reach on the sheet with several others at different stages of development. “So what’s your last question for me, baby?”

“Are you ever going to fuck me, damn it?”

He chuckled. “Oh, yes, and that’s another wasted question. Think again.” He reached for the glistening black vibrator.

Kat managed to shift her hips the tiniest bit, and his dick slid into her arse a fraction farther. He caught his breath, and she saw beads of sweat balancing in the coils of his chest hair. He was having as hard a time holding back as she was; he was just pretending it was easy for him. She needed to quickly think of a question. What had he asked her? Something about staying.

“Do you want to leave here…me? Do you want to leave me?”

His eyes flashed and held hers steadily. His fingers worked to slip the vibrator into her wet folds. “I don’t want to go anywhere,” he said quietly. “I like it right here, with you.” He lifted off the bed and plunged his cock into her arse at the same time as he flicked on the vibrator and slid it into her pussy. The blissful ears caught onto her clit, his hands expertly leading them to the right place for maximum stimulation.

Kat could barely register what he’d said about wanting to stay. Her brain had dissolved into a pile of mush, her thoughts scattered.

He began to fuck her, his cock and the vibrator thrusting as one.

She couldn’t move and was totally at his mercy. He had ultimate control over pace and depth. Her entire body shook, quivered and convulsed, and she hadn’t even reached orgasm yet.

She’d felt full to capacity with just his penis in her rear, but having the big black vibrator pounding and circling in her pussy was simply too much, overload. The erotic sensation was heady. She was lost to it, consumed by it. Currents of fire scorched her body like bolts of lightning, whipping and slashing.

“Fuck, I can feel the damn vibrator on my dick.” John grunted as he reached to cup her breasts. “It’s massaging and rubbing me through your thin wall. Those beads are fucking wicked.”

She fisted the straining scarf and forced herself to look up at his face. He’d taken photos but she’d have to rely on memory.

His broad chest was high above her, damp and flexed, his neck tendons were strained like ropes holding an anchor in a storm, his jaw was clenched and his stubble a deep black shadow. The sensual mouth she’d come to know so well was half open in a slack, awed pose. And his eyes, his endlessly deep eyes, were looking at her with such tenderness that it threw her over the edge.

She could hold back no more.

“Come, baby,” John grunted. “I want to watch you explode around me.”

His words sent her into freefall, and she allowed the glorious abyss to claim her. She shut her eyes as her body was dragged into a hundred different directions. Splashes of colour tormented her vision, and her fingernails dug deep into her own flesh.

He shoved in harder and faster, increasing his ride to a gallop. She revelled in it. The wonderful pressure just kept building, she thought she’d reached the top, but it was there, more and more for the taking. She bucked and writhed as much as her position would allow. She couldn’t even pull in a breath for the pace at which he was hammering, spiralling her to an ecstasy so magnificent she would have sobbed if she could have found the energy.

He released her breasts and curled his fingers around her hipbones, pounding her more forcefully than ever before. The sensation was now a whole new bloom of cascading gratification. She had never felt so complete, so in tune with what she needed.

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