Since I Saw You (Because You Are Mine #4)(60)
“Do you suppose this is some kind of magical, truth-telling mirror?” she asked him, smiling.
His hands drifted to the outside of her ribs. He moved them downward, detailing the shape of her waist and hips. She felt his cock stiffen against her skin, and a thrill went through her, the sure knowledge that she pleased him. He lowered his head and nuzzled her temple. “If it is, I’ve got nothing to hide,” he said, his deep voice roughening the skin on her neck. One large hand swept between her thighs, cupping her sex. She exhaled shakily and tilted her head back on his chest. He met her stare.
“Can you say the same, Lin?” he rasped.
Chapter Eleven
He’d turned the tables on her so effortlessly.
“Oh,” she sighed when he worked the ridge of his forefinger between her sex lips, rubbing and agitating the sensitive flesh there. She could tell from his easy glide she was very wet. All the arousal and tension she’d been experiencing since Kam had touched her body earlier as he gathered data erupted from a simmer to a burn.
“Answer me,” he urged, even as the movements of his lips on her neck and his relentless finger made focus nearly impossible. He grabbed a bare buttock and squeezed it lasciviously, still stimulating her clit. “Is this what you want from me? What you need?”
She gasped when he released her ass cheek and spanked it firmly. Once. Twice. Her eyelids flew open. The smacking sound of flesh against flesh seemed to echo in her ears. He stared at her in the mirror, one hand buried between her thighs, the other cupping her ass. His cock had turned steel hard where it pressed against the base of her spine.
“If that’s what you’re offering. Yes,” she replied.
He opened a hand on her belly and pushed her against him. “I’m offering, all right,” he muttered before he bent and took a bite from her neck.
It was all he was offering. She knew this, but she didn’t care. Not in that moment, she didn’t. She gasped and shivered, instinctively squirming her body against his arousal. He cursed softly and swatted her ass again, the cracking sound exciting her further. She made a sound of misery when he lifted his hand from her *, but he shushed her quietly. He grabbed her wrists and placed her hands on the granite counter top.
“Bend over and stay still,” he ordered darkly.
She took the position, watching him avidly in the large mirror as he bent down over her, continuing to sample the skin of her shoulders and back. His hands bracketed her hips, making a sensual circling motion. He scraped his teeth against her spine and cupped her bottom in both hands.
“Sweetest ass I’ve ever seen,” he murmured distractedly. She moaned when he took a tender bite at the side of her ribs. He squeezed her bottom lewdly, ratcheting up her excitement. His hand shifted, cupping both ass cheeks at once from below, encompassing so much of her with his hold.
“Kam,” she whimpered when he sent a long finger into her slit from behind. It felt wonderful. She wriggled her hips, trying to increase the stimulation. He dropped behind her. She couldn’t see him in the mirror, but she felt his warm breath against a buttock. She gasped at the sensation of his whiskers abrading the tender skin of her ass, his firm lips pressing. He kissed and bit at the flesh exploring her, his manner somehow both gentle and greedy at once. She bit her lip, a moan vibrating in her throat. After making a quick meal of her ass, he stood again behind her and popped a buttock again with his free hand, sending a finger high into her slit. She made a surprised sound in her throat. Her muscles tightened around his thrusting finger.
“Look at me,” he said.
Her gaze flew up to meet his in the mirror. “Je te veux tellement.” She understood French better than she spoke it, but even if she hadn’t comprehended his words, she would have seen the sharp truth in his blazing eyes. I want you so much.
He continued to finger-f*ck her, this time more strenuously, his entire arm moving. Her mouth fell open when the wet sound of him moving in her flesh hit her ears.
“That’s right. So wet. So tight.” He lifted his free hand and spanked her bottom again. “Does that make you hotter?” he asked, almost as if to himself, as if he was running a little experiment. She bit her lower lip helplessly. He swatted her again. It didn’t hurt, but it tingled and burned beneath his hand. And something about his deliberate spanks as he watched her left her speechless with arousal.
“You’re not going to tell me with your mouth? It doesn’t matter. I can feel the truth. Oh yeah,” he muttered, sounding satisfied. “You’re getting even wetter. Hotter.” He spanked her again, pausing to shape a buttock to his big hand. “Nice and hot. Everywhere,” he added thickly, his gaze dropping to her ass. “Little kitten likes a good spanking.”
She quaked and moaned. One of his fingers slid between her labia, rubbing her slick clit. He spanked her again and she shut her eyes at the illicit, erotic beauty of him in the mirror.
Of them.
She suddenly felt his fingers slip beneath her bra strap, and it sprung open. Kam hastily shoved the bra down her arms. She tried to lift her hands to get the garment off her wrists, but he muttered, “Don’t move. Just leave it.”
He pushed closer suddenly, both of his hands firmly holding her hips in place. He pressed his thighs and crotch against her. She could clearly feel the outline of his erection pulsing against her lower back. He held her in place. It was a salacious pose, unapologetically so. He slid his hands up her nude body, keeping her pressed tight against his hard thighs and throbbing cock, and took both of her bare breasts in his hands.