Page 10 of Thief

He went higher and higher, and as his fingers moved, the heel of his hand found her clit and rubbed steadily with each deft stoke.

God, he’s fucking me with his fingers.

She groaned into his ear and grabbed his tensed shoulder. She became a live flame grinding against him. He was touching her so deeply, so expertly, it was even better than she could do it herself. “Oh…yes…” she squeaked, feeling an orgasm build. It grew hot and golden in her belly. She’d never orgasmed in front of another living soul, never been close enough to anyone, or trusted another person enough to let her guard down for even those few sweeter than sweet seconds of climax.

John would be the first.

Any moment now that fountain of liquid pleasure was going to erupt from between her legs. She pushed her head into the pillow, drew her knees higher, wider. “Don’t stop,” she ordered. “Please don’t stop…”

He stopped.

He pulled out, tipped onto his back and let out a long, low groan.

“What the hell are you doing?” Kat snapped open her eyes, furious at being denied what had been so close and at being let down by another human being—as usual. This was such a momentous occasion in her life. How could he stop when she’d opened up to him so completely? She never should have surrendered to him.

“Together,” he grunted. “Let’s come together.”

“But, I…” Kat sat upright. “I was just about to…”

“I know.” He smiled and circled her waist with his hands. “That means you’re ready.” He lifted her so she straddled his abdomen, knees bent and stockings touching his hips.

“What are you doing?” Kat asked, indignant at being lifted around like a doll.

“It’s best like this,” he said, pushing curtains of hair from her face. “You can take as much or as little of me as you want. I won’t force you to go any further than is comfortable.”

Kat splayed her hands over his chest and looked through her veil of hair at his eyes brimming with volcanic darkness. She’d never tried it like this before; she’d always just lay on her back and prayed for it to be over. She wasn’t sure what was expected of her.

John urged her up several inches, took the shaft of his penis into his hand and dipped the wide, smooth head just into her entrance. Kat looked down at their bodies about to join. All thoughts of Carlos, the Porsche and a condom slipped from her mind; John was going to fill her to bursting point, there was no other way to look at it.

“Just sit down,” he said through clenched teeth. “Sit down. You’re hot and wet and ready. Trust me, it’ll be real good.”

Kat eased the tension in her thighs a fraction, let her slick folds swallow his cock head.

“Oh, jeez.” He screwed his eyes shut and shoved his head hard into the pillow.

He was stretching her width-ways but there was plenty more space length-ways. Kat dropped down farther, relaxed her muscles and took in a few more inches, felt his thick glans pushing on her vaginal walls.

He sucked in a breath and kept his eyes shut.

She sat herself upright and dropped some more. He was so hard and long, she was being impaled. She eased down until she was sure she could feel him prodding her cervix.

She stilled, didn’t move a muscle. She had him. He was all the way in.

“God, you’re amazing,” he said, opening his eyes. The orange shadows in the room highlighted every ounce of tension in his facial muscles as he increased the pressure on her waist, lifted her up a fraction and dropped her back down. “Move…like this.”

Kat did as he’d suggested. Slowly up and slowly down. His hands left her waist and he fisted the duvet into tight twists.

“You like that?” she asked with a sudden sense of power.

“Like you wouldn’t believe.” He released the sheet and adjusted her angle, slid her forward an inch. “But tip this way and rock—you’lllike it better.”

She gasped in shock, instantly getting what he meant.

“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asked, concern filling his eyes.

“No…no.” Tipping forward had connected her clitoris to his hard body and now when she moved, she could control all the pressure and the speed on her clit.

“You choose the pace.” He pushed a tense kiss to her lips then dropped back down as if exhausted. “I’m good with slow or fast, whatever you prefer, baby. I’m easy.”

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