Page 9 of Thief

He leant forward kissed the tip of her nose. “Relax, I won’t hurt you.”

“I know.” For some reason, she trusted him, and crazily, he seemed to trust her.

She watched him toe off his shoes, yank at his socks and undo the fly she’d reached for impatiently earlier. He pushed jeans and boxers down his hips, and his cock sprang out, thick, hungry and enormous—just like him.

Suddenly, Kat wasn’t so sure about the whole him-not-hurting-her part. A gulping noise erupted from her throat.

That was bigger than anything she’d ever seen on a human’s anatomy. How would he ever fit? Surely it was a physical impossibility, and if not, one thing was for certain, pain would be involved.

John stretched out on the bed next to her and she dipped towards him on the soft mattress. “It’s okay,” he said as he pushed aside a strand of her hair that had fallen across her cheek. “We’ll fit perfectly. We just have to get you ready.” He pressed a kiss to her lips.

Kat placed her hand on his stubbled cheek. His jaw hollowed as he continued to kiss her with a gentle, controlled passion. She’d just have to get on with it. It was all part of her unconventional job. It would hurt like hell for a few minutes, but then she could make off with the car and satisfy herself when she got home. No problem, she’d done it before. Only then the cocks she’d encountered were barely hard. In fact, they’d barely been there compared to this monster at her doorstep.

She tried to rid her body of tension with a long, shuddering exhalation.

He lifted his head, his eyes oddly amber in the streetlight’s hue. “Alright?”

“Yeah, fine.”

He began to spread strands of her hair over the pillow like a luxurious fan. “How do you get to be so soft?” he said rhetorically.

“How do you get to be so hard?” she replied.

His chest puffed against her shoulder with a grunt of humour. “That’s your fault entirely, Pussy Cat.” His hand left her hair and trailed between her breasts. He shoved up onto his elbow and watched his own movements as he circled her navel then swept his touch across her belly.

Teasing and delicate, he let his knuckle trail over her thighs, light, fluttery circles like sweet flames licking her flesh. She clenched her legs together, trying to get some pressure on that hungry little point. She couldn’t help a tiny moan. She wanted him to probe inside her slit like he had before, give her that electric shock again. Her hand twitched; she would do it herself in a minute.

“Open up,” he murmured. “It won’t work if you don’t let me in.” He followed his words with a curious finger, dipping into the soft slash and again just catching that place of desperate need.

Kat released a rumble from her throat and tipped her legs outwards, just a few inches. Her inner thighs trembled. This type of caress was so new, the odd drunken, slippery finger had slipped into her before, but never had someone been so intent on exploring her; so intent on ‘getting her ready’.

“Just the tips of my fingers to start with,” he whispered, watching his own careful movements.

Kat’s face got suddenly hot and her heartbeat pulsed through her ears. She squeezed her eyes shut, lost to sensation as a thick finger slid into her wet folds and rubbed straight over her clitoris. He circled her entrance, just once, then came back up to rest on the hard bud straining from its protective folds of flesh. He applied gentle pressure with the pad of his finger.

“You’re hot, so hot,” he murmured and bent to suck her right nipple into his mouth. He deepened the pressure on her clit and drew a lazy circle around it, taking in all the aching flesh that needed capturing.

Kat arched her back and her thighs dropped farther apart, inviting him in with her body if not with words. She wanted to reach down and press his hand harder, faster; it was what she really wanted, really needed.

John lifted his head from her breast. “Hey,” he murmured. “Look at me.”?Kat left behind the dancing fireworks she’d been admiring and forced her eyes open.

“You okay?”

She nodded and pushed her pelvis up towards his hand. “Yes.”

A muscle flexed in his jaw and he swallowed hard, sending his Adam’s apple way down low then all the way back up again. He moved over her a fraction more, pinning her to the bed with his weight. “I’m gonna see how wet you are now.”

Kat looked up at him with wide eyes. It hadn’t been a question, more of a statement, but still she nodded as her flesh goosebumped in anticipation.

Without taking his gaze off her face, he slid a single probing finger back towards her entrance. She kept her eyes steady on his, her mouth in a tense pout as his exploring, long finger slithered inside, just an inch, just enough.

“God, you’re so wet and so damn tight.” He nuzzled into her neck. “Give me strength.” He ground the burning length of his cock against her hip.

Kat shifted impatiently, wanting more of that filling sensation. She was aware of his heart pounding against her left breast. She wanted his magical fingers doing more of their stuff. “Please,” she managed. “Please keep touching me.”

His finger dipped once more into her vagina, pushing farther in this time. A small moist squelch reached her ears as he pulled out and eased back in, two fingers this time, stretching her, filling her.

She shut her eyes and gave herself up to sensation.

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