Chapter 39 Kit #2
He leans forward and presses a kiss to her core over her underwear and she needs them off, the throbbing between her legs almost too much to bear. Task seems to pick up on it and hooks his fingers around them, tearing them down her legs and then looking up at her, almost reverently.
She’s shaking against the shelving, trying to keep her footing as he runs his hands up her thighs again, parts her with his thumbs so he can lean forward and kiss her clit. She jolts at the sensation, a lick of pleasure racing through her. “Task,” she breathes.
“I’m going to make you scream, love,” he says, and she thinks she could come right now, just from hearing him say that.
He holds her open, leaning forward again to lick her, and then he’s hoisting one of her legs over his shoulder, pushing her open and plunging his tongue inside of her.
The sensation is almost too much. Kit cries out, tangles her fingers in his hair as he slides it in further.
She’s trembling in his hands as he fucks her with his tongue, begging him for more.
He obliges, presses a finger into her and readjusts her leg over his shoulder, moving his tongue to her clit again and circling around it.
Her hips buck involuntarily and she shudders, sucking in a breath, the pleasure coiling around her as she tangles her hands into his hair, holds him to her as he flicks his tongue across her clit, slides it inside of her again along with his finger.
Her vision spots, and she brings her hands to her breasts, pinches a nipple under her bra as he adds another finger inside of her, pressing in and out of her slowly, and she’s so close she can taste it on her tongue, feel the sparks of her magic igniting at her fingertips — a new sensation she’s not used to.
“Holy fuck,” she moans, as Task removes his fingers from her, dragging them through her wetness again until they’re circling her clit, rubbing the sensitive nub as he works her with his tongue, pressing down on it so hard, she shouts as her orgasm explodes through her, leg still thrown over his shoulder as her hips pump into his hand, her muscles tightening and then releasing.
He presses in and out of her as she trembles, milking her until she feels like putty in his hands.
She sighs, falling back against the shelves and looking down at him. He’s still kneeling in front of her, mouth glistening, and he’s smirking. The jerk. “I think I succeeded, no?”
Later, they sit in the third-floor lounge.
It’s dim in the room, the sconces on the walls turned all the way down, the pinkish-blue light of a nearby nebula pouring in through the window.
They’re the only two there at 2:30 in the morning.
Kit is curled into Task, his arm wrapped around her, hand running over her hair absentmindedly.
She hadn’t dared let herself imagine it could be like this, that he could be like this. Soft. Gentle.
“I meant to tell you earlier,” Kit murmurs, her fingers tracing the skin peeking out from beneath Task’s shirt.
“Well, we got a bit distracted,” Task chuckles.
Kit swats him. “No thanks to you.”
“I think you mean all thanks to me.” She can hear the satisfaction in his voice, but she feels bad she didn’t return the favor.
She’d wanted to, but he’d stopped her, told her it was too much for him, that he needed to deal with the side effects of the pain echo before she touched him like that.
It wasn’t something she’d considered — she thought she neutralized it.
She’d been mindful every time she’d put her hands on him, but she still didn’t fully understand how it all worked between them. Just that it did, most of the time.
Kit shakes her head, laughing. “Fine, some thanks are due, I suppose.”
Task resumes stroking her hair, asks her softly, “What is it?”
Kit lets the news out in a rush of words. “I think we’ve got the cure.”
“What?” Task gasps, knocking Kit from his arms as he jumps up. “You didn’t think to tell me this sooner?”
Kit stands too, feeling like she monumentally fucked up.
She did think to, but then she’d let herself get carried away with him.
“I was going to, and then…you were there, and I — I honestly totally lost my mind. I don’t know, Task.
When I see you, when I’m with you, it’s like everything else goes out the window. ”
She buries her face in her hands, ashamed that she’s just admitted this out loud. She doesn’t want to scare him off, though she supposes it’s also a bit late for that. What she feels for him is overwhelming, all-consuming, and she’s in uncharted territory.
Task paces once in front of her, twice, and then he sighs. He drops to his knees in front of her, resting a palm on her leg. His gaze locks on hers as his thumb drags along her bare thigh. She can see his Adam’s apple bob in his throat as he swallows. “I feel the same.”
“You — what?” Kit whispers. She wasn’t expecting that admission. She’s used to him keeping things bottled up, having to pry to get anything out of him.
“I understand it because it’s the same for me,” Task says.
“I’m stupid over you, love. So fucking stupid.
” He shakes his head, pushing himself up from the ground and gathering her in his arms. She lets him, molds herself into him so that her head is pressed against his chest, so that she can hear his heart thumping in his ribcage, breathing in the cedar scent of him.
“I knew you’d figure it out. Congratulations. ”