Page 33 of Keep Me Safe
Kara said nothing, but I wasn’t sure she could. It looked like it was taking everything she had to stay on her feet and keep her ragged breath under control. I pushed a second finger inside,and her hands fisted the sleeves of my suit coat, her knuckles turning white.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned.
She swore so infrequently, it was like a treat, and I grinned wickedly, ready to follow her command. I sawed my fingers in and out of her pussy, and satisfaction rolled through me as her hips began to move, matching my tempo. She stood in her heels, and yet she rose even taller onto the balls of her feet to get more leverage. To help me drive farther and deeper inside.
It was so fucking hot, my dick jerked in my pants.
But the ache for her was too powerful, too acute, and I sank to my knees in front of her trembling legs. Her hands threaded into my hair and her gaze was cast down, watching me with an unreadable expression. Was it anxiety? Or desperation?
I bunched her skirt at her waist, and I used it to pin her to the wall, trapping her there. If she was unsure about what I intended to do, I was happy to convince. I dragged the tip of my tongue up her thigh and traced the edge of her panties as a warning. She didn’t tell me to stop, or to slow down, or that weshouldn’t.
So when Kara held my gaze and licked her lips nervously, it was more than enough consent for me. I curled my fingers around the sides of her panties and pulled them down her long, sexy legs.
“What are you saying?” she demanded, breathless.
I’d been telling her all the things I was about to do to her in German.
“That I’m going to put my tongue here and fuck you with it.”
In one swift move I lifted her skirt again, leaned in, and swept my tongue across her clit. Her whole body shuddered, but I helped keep her upright with my hold on her skirt.
“Go back to German,” she cried, forcing a laugh from me.
I stayed quiet after that, my mouth too busy to speak. I listened to her heavy breathing as I tasted and teased her, the tip of my tongue spinning circles over her clit.
Her back arched as a strangled moan seeped out of her. I lifted my gaze and caught her staring down at me, and she glanced away, her face as red as I’d ever seen it. She was embarrassed I’d caught her watching. Maybe she felt too vulnerable, but I’d done this partly to give her power.
I was the one who was on his knees.
My face was buried in her lap, my tongue deep inside her pussy when her fingertips tangled into my hair, trying to ease me back. It came from her in a rush. “I don’t want to have sex.”
I froze. “What do you think we’re doing?”
“You go down on me, andI’ll go down on you,” she said, unable to catch her breath. “Can that be enough?”
I sat back, my hands bracing her hips against the wall, utterly confused. “Enough?”
“You seem like the type of man who’ll take it personally when I don’t...” she could barely look at me, “when it doesn’t happen.”
“What are you talking about?”
She closed her eyes and her head thudded against the wall. “I know my body.”
“You do?” I said. “Well, this is my body now.”
I let go of one side of her skirt then slid a finger back inside her, asserting my control while my mouth returned to where she was naked and soaked. I wasn’t offended. This wasn’t about me. This was about the man who had trained her not to enjoy it.
I was going to show her what I was good at.
The tip of my tongue brushed back and forth over her lush, soft skin, and it took even less time than I’d thought. I studied each ragged breath she took, every sigh of pleasure as I used myhand and tongue to bring her to the brink. A look of shock and confusion washed over her face.
“Are you close?” I mumbled against her clit. I continued to pulse my finger deep inside her, the internal muscles clenching down on me.
She nodded, unable to speak.
“Tell me.”
“I’m really close,” she whispered.
