Page 85 of I Dare You
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.
