Page 8 of Thief

Once she was within reach, he placed both hands on the top curve of her hips and urged her between his bent knees. He leant forward and very slowly, very gently, placed a soft, warm kiss a fraction below her naval.

Kat looked down at his head, hovering so near to her sex. She ran her fingers over the tight turf of his hair. It was too short to muss up and just pinged back to its easy, low maintenance style.

He looked up and winked, cheekily, an unexpected grin spread on his face. “Give me your foot.”

Kat shifted her balance and lifted her foot to his knee. She wondered if he had a weird fetish he was going to indulge, but all he did was release the small silver buckle of her stiletto, guide her foot back to the floor and reach for the other one. Once both shoes were removed, he set them side-by-side.

He smoothed his palms up her calves, over her knees and stopped at the delicate stitching circling her thighs. “You have any objections to leaving these on?” he said in a deep voice. “I want to feel your stockings against my hips later.”

Fuck. Really?

It would be one less thing to have to put back on in silence. She glanced at where her thong and bra had landed and made a mental note of their whereabouts in case she had to locate them in darkness. “Okay.”

He gave a half smile and returned his attention to her bare pussy.

Kat tensed. She had no idea what he was going to do next—this was way out of the realms of her experience. She knew where she needed to be touched, but she doubted he would know about that special place, that delicate little bud that longed for rhythm and pressure.

She chewed at her bottom lip as she watched him smooth his right index finger over the rise of her hipbone and down into the juncture of her thighs. The fullness of her breasts interrupted her view, but the cool skin of his fingertip sweeping very gently over smooth waxed skin told her exactly where he was.

He trailed over all the indents of her shape, watching his own movements with intense concentration. His finger travelled across to the other hip bone and back again, but this time he dipped into the warmth of her folds, just a fraction, just enough to apply the tiniest pressure directly above her clit.

His touch was an electric shock. Kat rocked backwards and a tangle of conflicting emotions flooded her. She hadn’t realised how turned on she was until he’d touched her with such devastating accuracy exactly where she needed it. Now her pussy was struggling to withstand the force of gravity. It felt heavy with longing, aching for her own finely tuned skills.

She clutched his rigid shoulders for balance.

“You’re the epitome of perfection,” he sighed as he ducked his head and pressed a tight kiss on her bare mound. He sent one hand round to her back and supported her over the twin dimples above her buttocks. Keeping her exactly where he wanted, he breathed in deep and indulgently, then he trailed the tip of his tongue from the top of her slit up to her naval.

“I want you so much it hurts.” He shifted forward on the sofa, straightened his back and adjusted the creases of his jeans. His head came in line with her straining breasts. “Every single inch of you is edible.” His voice rasped with the sudden desperation of a starving man. He shot out his tongue and lapped at her peaked nipple, first one and then the other.

She held in a moan and gripped his head.

Unexpectedly urgent now, he flicked between the two and drew them to identical stiff peaks. Then he latched onto her left breast with a surge of hunger, drew her in deep, sucking and using his wide hands to form the ripe flesh into a cone.

She was aware of the pulsing, boiling heat of his mouth, the wetness of his tongue and the scrape of his teeth against her skin. A car honked sharply on the street outside, but other than that, all she heard was the eager suckling noises coming from his mouth. A rising throb of arousal wound through her as he massaged each breast in turn.

Kat shut her eyes and let the blood red of the inside of her lids play with her vision. Her heart thudded so hard it seemed to leave no space for her lungs. What was she doing…? She didn’t care anymore; it felt too good. She couldn’t do this to herself; she couldn’t play with her nipples with her own tongue and make peaks of satisfaction rock over her skin like he was doing. A small groan escaped her lips and her spine crumbled, tipping her backwards.

“God, I’m so sorry.” John snapped his head away from her breasts. “I didn’t mean to hurt you, I’m sorry.”

“No…I…” Kat quivered at the loss of his mouth. Cool air swirled on moist flesh.

He pushed up from the sofa and towered over her. “I’m sorry, really I am. I didn’t mean to let it get out of control. It won’t happen again.” His face twisted with anxiety.

“But…”

He silenced her with a soft, apologetic kiss, his tongue lingering on her lips to trace their outline. “I’m in control,” he murmured into her mouth. “I promise. Let me make it up to you.”

Kat was swung into the air. With a movement that appeared to require zero effort, he cradled her against his hot chest, one arm behind her knees and the other wrapped around her waist. “It’s time to go to bed,” he said, his low voice ragged with intensity as he strode from the room.

Within seconds, John was laying her on a king size bed.

She sank into a soft khaki duvet and felt a mountain of pillows curl around her head. The dark bedroom glowed amber, invaded by a streetlight through an enormous, curtain-less sash window.

She held her breath and looked up at his looming silhouette. He stilled and stared down at her.

A maddening silence came between them.

She clenched her fists and waited, not sure what his next move was going to be. He was impossible to predict, but she hoped he’d do something about the need simmering between her legs because its intensity was raging through her body like the grip of hunger.

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