Chapter 11 #3
“I don’t care about any other woman,” he says, leaning closer to me. “I care about you, though I’m not sure why when you’re a fucking pain in my ass!”
“Then stop! No one is asking you to be some knight in shining armor.”
“I am no one’s knight in shining armor. Trust me.”
“Then what do you want?”
He takes a steady breath through his nose. “I’ve made myself very clear.”
He’s barely containing his anger. I like it. But I want him to see what happens when pushed to the point of no return.
I purse my lips, daring him to do his worst.
“Tell me what you want, then. ’Cause what I see is a man who is so used to getting what he wants, throwing a tantrum. I—”
He takes the box off me, tosses it aside, and then grips me by the throat, putting an end to further discussion. He walks me backward, slamming my back to the wall. The impact knocks the breath out of me. He squeezes tighter, eyes on fire.
I grin because I’ve won.
“I want you, and I know you feel the same. Need proof?”
He releases his grip on my throat and slides his palm down my chest. My nipples instantly grow hard.
He smirks as my traitorous body just betrayed me. But in case there was any confusion, Kit continues his exploration.
I am perfectly still.
His touch is gentle, but thick with arrogance and confidence, for he knows what he’s doing to me. However, his attention never wavers from me, ensuring his touch isn’t pushing any boundaries.
I’m afraid.
But my curiosity and excitement override it.
He reads my body and continues his exploration.
He raises the edge of my tank top and traces his fingers lightly across the warm skin of my stomach. I can’t contain my whimper.
He unsnaps the button on my denim shorts. “Is this okay?”
I nod.
With no rush to his touch, he slips his fingers into my shorts. I hiss when he rubs over the front of my underwear gently. He can feel how wet I am. I want more, but I’m too shy to ask.
He rubs his thumb along the waistband of my underwear before slowly sliding his fingers inside. The moment we’re skin on skin, I moan. I’ve never experienced anything like this before.
“Told you,” he whispers, leaning down and biting my earlobe.
The proof is on his hands, literally. There’s no denying it. I want Kit, and by the bulge in the front of his jeans, it’s safe to say he wants me too.
His movements are slow at first. Gliding his fingers up and down along the furrow of my sex only has me growing more excited.
I wait with bated breath for his next move.
He rubs over my clitoris in slow, deliberate movements.
“Oh my God,” I moan, arching my head back.
He continues this delicious torture before slowly sinking a finger into me. He continues rubbing my clit with his thumb. I enjoy this growing wave of pleasure.
He increases the speed and depth, moving faster, deeper, until I cry out, losing control.
“More?” he asks, never stopping.
I bite my lip and nod.
He slips in another finger, stretching me wide.
It’s almost too much. Almost.
“Let go.” His voice is laden with yearning.
But I can’t because soon, pain overrides pleasure. Not pain from the present but rather the past. Memories of being assaulted race to the forefront. I try to push them aside, but I can feel and taste my fear.
“Hey, it’s just us.” Kit soothes me in a soft voice when I squeeze my eyes shut. “I’d never hurt you. I promise.”
And I believe him.
Hearing his rough voice uttering those words calms me, and I overcome the bad memories by replacing them with the present.
“When your demons appear, mine will meet them because your demons can dance with mine.”
It’s a tragically beautiful confession. We’re both broken. But in pain lies strength.
Soon, the bad memories fade into the gallows where they belong, replaced by Kit playing my body like a creation fashioned especially for him.
My heart beats uncontrollably.
My body quivers in need.
My breaths are labored.
Kit licks the seam on my parted mouth. His fingers never stop. It feels as though he is catching my breath.
It’s erotic and utterly carnal.
“Let me see those beautiful eyes,” he murmurs against my lips.
Slowly opening them, I lose my breath when Kit’s face is mere inches away. Our gazes lock as he continues fucking me with his fingers, increasing the speed.
It’s sensory overload.
I open my legs wider and ride his fingers, desperate to come. My bashfulness has taken a back seat. Nothing exists but now.
Tension builds low in my stomach before it begins to rise. I feel it lick its way across my body and up toward my mouth. There’s only one cure, and this time, I’m the one to take control, and I slam my mouth over Kit’s.
We kiss almost violently.
He bites my bottom lip, licking away the sting.
He’s all over me, but it’s still not enough.
I ride the wave, mouth never leaving his, and when he circles his thumb over my clit, I explode.
It’s loud and messy.
I’ve never come this hard.
I guess that’s because this is the first time anyone else has ever made me climax.
So many firsts with Kit.
My body continues to shudder when Kit removes his fingers, only to drop to his knees, taking my shorts with him. He strips me of my underwear, and I watch in utter fascination as he lowers his mouth to my sex and licks away my arousal.
What is he doing?
At first, I’m embarrassed and try to shift away.
But he holds my thighs, keeping me still as he licks me, up and down, before parting my folds with his tongue. He sinks in deep, using his tongue in an almost come-hither motion.
He licks and sucks, encouraging me to bounce on his face.
My shame is long gone as I lose myself to the way his soft mouth feels, combined with the roughness of his coarse beard against my heightened flesh.
He eats me out with such ferocity. His desire for me is clear. Whether this is purely physical, I don’t care. All I know is that I want to have my normal with Kit, and nothing, no one, will stand in my way.
I thread my fingers through his hair, using the soft strands as reins to guide him to where it feels good. He hums against my sex, igniting a new wave of arousal.
I wonder if this longing will ever end?
But when he buries his face deeper into my sex, I know the answer is no because I want more.
More.
More.