Page 22 of Slaying for Santa
“Noted.” I grin. “I wanna fuck you bare.”
At my admission, she freezes, her brows high and her expression flickering with concern.
“Bare?”
“Yes. No barrier,” I tell her, my cock already weeping at the thought of sinking inside her and feeling the real flesh of her walls.
“How often do you do that?” she asks.
“Never. Well… only once. Which resulted in Libi,” I admit, and her shoulders relax a little.
“Then why do you want to do that with me?”
Shit. She wants my honesty, something I can never usually give to women, but with her, right now… well it just feels different.
“Because you said you’ll let me do all the things I imagine but can’t do with other women. So I wanna do that. I wanna feel every fucking inch of you, flesh to flesh.”
“Okay,” she agrees quickly. Breathily.
“Yeah?” I walk my hands up the carpet on each side of her body, forcing her to lay back.
“Now?” she asks as she stares up at me, but I shake my head.
“Nope. Now, I wanna see how many of my fingers you cantake.” I follow this by trailing my hand down over her thin waist, moving to her mound.
“What if I told you I can take your whole hand?”
My digits still just over her slit as my eyes widen.
“Can you?”
She shrugs. “Don’t know. I’ve never been fisted before but I bet it would hurt.” A slow, sinister smirk stretches her lips wide.
“Fuck, Bell.” My cock jerks and my heart nearly thumps through the wall of my chest. “Would you let me hurt you like that?”
“Please.” She moans. “Make me hurt good.”
CHAPTER 7
BELL
His fingersinstantly ignite heat deep in my core as he circles my clit, and even though all my blood is rushing to that area, I can’t focus on anything but the way he’s looking at me.
Usually, the guys I fuck like to watch what their fingers are doing, not the expression on my face. But not Kit. His eyes roam my face as his digits work over my nub, his gaze tracing my lips, nose, cheeks and when he connects with my eyes, I swear he’s trying to see right into my thoughts.
Maybe he’s checking if I have a soul. Too bad, he’s shit out of luck there.
“Should I start slow?” he asks, moving his fingers from my clit to delve gently through my slick folds.
“No need. I’m ready.” I pant as the pads of his fingers tease my entrance.
“Yeah?” he asks, still bloody watching my face. “How many fingers are you ready for?”
He follows that by easing three in, and my back arches as my lips part, my moan loud in the quiet room.
“Fuuuuck, your cunt is so hot and slick, Bell. I can’t wait to sink my cock in there.”
“Uh-ha,” I agree breathily, my chest rising and falling quickly as he starts fucking me with his fingers.
