Chapter 41 Task #2
He hesitates a minute longer, fingers hovering above her core, before he slides them under her panties, dragging one through her wetness.
She moans, legs falling open. His eyes flash, his lip quirked as he continues to work her.
He presses his finger into her clit as he moves his mouth lower and lower, hovering over her.
He places a kiss to her core, tonguing her through the lace of her panties, as he presses his finger inside of her.
“Please,” she begs him, her hand moving across her breasts, squeezing a nipple.
“So eager,” Task chuckles as he tugs off her panties, though he feels it too. Every sound she makes sets his blood on fire, and he wants nothing more than to fuck her fast and hard until she’s screaming his name.
“You do something to —” she starts, but stops short as he dips his head, tongue laving across her clit.
She throws her head back, arching up into him, eyes fluttering closed.
He reaches up and palms her breast as he sucks on her, reaching below his trousers to fist his cock as he slides his tongue deeper. “Fuck, Task.”
Undoing her like this, it’s like nothing he could have imagined.
The woman in his fantasies was nothing like the one spread out below him, bucking up into him, crying out for him as he buries his face between her legs, slides his tongue in and out of her core.
He hitches her leg over his shoulder, opening her up further, and takes his hand off his cock, wanting to last. He presses another finger into her and she cries out, loudly.
“Shhh,” he chuckles, looking up at her. “You’ll wake the whole floor.”
“I can’t…” she pants, as he slides his fingers back out, lapping at her clit again with his tongue. “Help it. When you’re doing…” Task pushes his fingers back inside of her and she clenches her jaw, squeezing her eyes shut. “That.”
“I’ll stop,” Task says, smirking as he removes his fingers and sits back.
“I didn’t say stop!” Kit exclaims, trying to catch her breath.
“Just a pause,” Task says, sliding his trousers off, his cock springing out.
He runs his hand up and down it, once, until Kit reaches forward and grabs him, dragging him down next to her and pressing her mouth to his, replacing his hand with hers.
She strokes him, gripping him tightly and squeezing at the tip until he growls, “Get on top.”
He shifts beneath her, laying back. She crawls over him, running her hands over his broad chest, looking deep into his eyes as she positions herself over him.
She grabs his cock and runs it over her entrance, and he has to stop himself from ramming his hips up into her.
She slowly lowers herself over him, and he groans as he fills her, the sensation of her almost too much, setting his entire body aflame.
“Now who’s being loud?” Kit teases, leaning forward so her breasts are hovering over him.
He reaches for them, cupping them in his hands as she slides back up his cock, hesitating for a moment before plunging back down.
The next time she moves, he shifts his hips upwards so that they drive into her, and she gasps.
“You have no idea how long I’ve wanted to do this,” Task says, digging his fingers into her hips and dragging her up and down his cock, not letting her move on her own. “Fuck you like this. I thought about this the second I saw you in Port Ro that day. What you looked like naked.”
“Hopefully I’m living up to expectations,” Kit pants, sweat gathering on her brow. He can tell she wants to move, that he’s torturing her a bit.
“Better, even,” he replies, dragging her up again. She whimpers, leaning forward to brace her hands on his chest.
“Let me move,” she begs, wriggling her hips against him and gasping.
He releases her, lets her set the pace now, and soon she’s riding him, her knees pressed into the bed on either side of him, hands on his thighs as she shifts her hips against him.
It feels too good, the way she feels around him, how hot and tight and perfect she is.
She moves against him faster, chasing her pleasure.
“That’s it,” he says, rubbing his thumbs across her nipples as she lets herself go. Her eyes are hooded, her head thrown back, her fingers moving to her clitoris. It feels good to be with her like this, primal and raw.
“Oh my gods,” she moans, and he watches as she rubs herself, her two fingers circling around and around as he presses his hips into her again, feeling himself slide deeper, groaning again as she cries out. “There, right there.”
He does it again, plunging up into her as she drags herself down against him, her fingers moving quickly against her clit as his cock rocks against that spot deep inside her.
And then Task is squeezing his eyes shut, feeling his entire body lock up, the sensation of her walls against him becoming overwhelming as she clenches around him.
He comes, hard, just before she crashes over the edge, bucking her hips against him.
He moves her hand away from where she touches herself and replaces her fingers with his own, sliding them against her as she orgasms above him, her back arched, breasts bouncing, mouth open, hair falling down her back.
He doesn’t think he’s ever seen anything more lovely than this woman, naked on top of him, totally free.
When she’s finished riding out the waves of her orgasm, she leans forward, hugging him, pressing her lips against his as he remains inside of her.
He wants to cry, it feels so good. More than the sensation, it’s that he can touch her without pain, that she makes him feel entirely normal.
“Kit,” he murmurs, running his fingers through her hair.
“I…” He stops, catches himself before he says something he’ll regret.
She raises her head, green eyes tracing his features.
“It’s okay,” she says, softly, as if she knew what he was going to say.
She kisses him once more, then climbs off him. He watches as she pads into his bathroom and he stares up at the dark eaves of the ceiling, unsure how he will ever execute on this mission for Draven, now that it’s become so personal for him.