Page 64 of Shame the Devil
He lowered himself again, sucked on the other nipple for a while longer while she shifted beneath him and started to moan, and then he let her go long enough to tell her.
“It’s pretty simple,” he said. “I want to use you like you’re mine. I want to make you come until you can’t do anything but shake, until you think you’re going to lose your mind. And then I want to fuck your brains out.”
* * *
He wasn’t kidding.He was taking histime.His mouth, his hands were everywhere. Stroking down her arms, kissing her neck. He stayed on her breasts for a good long while, until she was clutching his shoulders, until her good leg was wrapped around his waist, until she was pulling him into her in frustration.
She said, when she needed to saysomething,when she needed everything, “Come on. Come on. I’m ready.”
His lazy voice was saying, “I don’t think so,” but he was moving lower. Holding her waist in his big hands, kissing her navel, drifting his slow, leisurely way south. She was gasping, and she was also holding her breath.
He wouldn’t really do all that. Not for long. He wouldn’t want to …
The fire was warm, the light flickering at the corner of her vision. His shoulders were damp, because he was sweating. He smelled like darkness and sin. And he had both hands on her thighs, sliding them down, then up again. He shifted some more and kissed a slow path up her inner thigh, then pushed her thighs slowly apart. And … looked.
She tried to close her legs. He said, his voice a little rough, “What did I say?”
“Ah …” She tried to get her thoughts together. It wasn’t easy. Her head was spinning.
He said, “I’m going to put a couple pillows under you. Leave your legs just like that. We’re not hurting that foot.”
She thought, confusedly,That’s good, I guess. Pillows.Even though the last thing she cared about right now was her head. Or her foot.
He was stretching over her, and she reached for him, ran her hands greedily over his chest, his flanks. His thighs. And, finally, closed her hand around him. He jerked against her and said, his voice strained, “I thought I told you not to do that. I’m going to lift your hips up. Use your good foot and help me out.”
One pillow under her hips. Another one. And then he got his palms on either side of her thighs and started in on her.
Too slow.
Tooslow.
She had her hands in his hair, trying to get hold of it, but it was too short, and she couldn’t. She was so far past embarrassment now, except that she wasn’t, because when she started calling out, she tried to choke the sound back. She was trying to pull his head into her, trying to get him to go faster, but he didn’t seem to hear her.
She said, “Please. Please,” and tried to do it again, and this time, he lifted his head.
Did he promise her he’d hurry up? No, he didn’t. He said, “You’re kind of a slow learner, aren’t you?”
“Hurry.I can’t … I can’t wait any longer.”
He said, “Oh, yeah. You can. You only had one rule. I’m afraid I’m going to have to take care of that, baby.” He grabbed her hands in his and shoved them against her thighs. And then he pushed her legs farther apart, almost to the point of discomfort, and way past the point of helplessness. And he still had herhands.She tried to pull them away, and he tightened his grip.
“That’s better,” he told her. “But you just made it last longer. That’s what happens when you don’t mind.”
He worked her over until she was shaking. Until she was trembling. Until she was calling his name. Until she was begging. And then he got both her wrists in one hand, held them tight, slid a finger into her, and started to suck.
The circles inside her got tighter, then tighter still. All there was in the world was this. His mouth. His finger. He wound her up, and the closer she got, the more he slowed down. He got a second finger in there, and his hands were so big. She was keening, her hips rocking, her wrists held fast.
And he stopped.
He said, “Are you going to be good?”
“Yes,” she gasped. “Yes.”
“How good?” he asked. His grip tightened on her wrists, and his fingers were still moving inside her. Finding the spot, the one she’d never believed in, and she was … she was …
“How good?” he said again.
She couldn’t answer. She was over the edge, her head starting to bang against the mattress. The waves took her, and they tossed her. Over and over and over, and when he set his mouth to her again …
