Page 24 of Hunter's Trial
Still wearing my towel, I sit on the edge of her bed with the clothes that she slammed into my chest on her way into the bathroom. I won’t be the reason that yet another woman lives like this again. I can blame it on my father’s genetics all that I want - but I have to do better. Kate makes me want to do better.
It’s the very least that somebody like her deserves. She’s had to be strong for so long and now I need to be the one to give her some peace. She’s more than earned it. Besides, maybe I want to be the person that she runs to. It will be something new for me. I have always been the one doing the chasing. I want to know what that feels like.
“Nikolai!”
“Kate?” Did she call me? My ears perk up as I focus back on the cracked bathroom door. I should have pulled it closed and given her a touch more privacy. Does she need help? Perhaps the adrenaline is starting to wear off and she’s starting to drop. It’s a bitch of a feeling to have the rush just ripped away from you like that. Hell, what if she is passing out? I stand and head for the bathroom. I have my hand on the handle when it comes again - my name on her lips like she’s breathless. Whatever it is, she’s just going to have to forgive the intrusion as I burst into the bathroom.
Kate is sitting with her legs splayed on the shower floor, her fingers buried inside of herself and her face flushed red as I catch her in the act - thinking of me while she is doing it, apparently. It awakens something carnal inside of me to see her eyes wide and wild as she looks up at me. She starts to close her legs, frozen and likely embarrassed - but that’s the very last thing that I want her to do.
“Don’t stop on my account.” My voice sounds low even to my ears.
Kate’s eyes are wild as she waits for instruction or to bolt. Her hands frozen between her perfect thighs and I would rather die than keep her from finishing. I slowly squat down in front of where she’s seated.
“Keep going.” I command. I don’t break eye contact with her as she swallows back her embarrassment. Watching her expression shift from embarrassment to excitement and owning her sexuality is magical. Her gaze darkens as her chin lowers.
“Do it for me.” She answers. It’s a challenge and one that I’m only too happy to meet.
“Earn it.”
For a moment, I think she’s going to back down. She’s not going to surrender control easily. I wouldn’t have it any other way. I’m not the sort of man who’s just going to surrender to what she wants so easily either. If she wants me to touch her, then she needs to earn it. She almost got my hands for free once, and she turned them down. Now she needs to prove that she deserves them.
Her hand starts to move slowly. The pads of her fingers circle her clit in tentative motions as her posture softens. Her other hand roams over her breast, rolling her ripple between her fingers and just like that I’m painfully hard. My hands ache to touch her. I want her in my arms. Hell, I want her splayed out beneath me. Better yet, I want to have my face buried right between those thighs where her hand is.
Patience.
Harder to remind myself as her head falls back, starting to gain confidence. Her fingers dip lower, delving inside of her and pumping slowly as she pulls her nipple taut. Then back to her clit as her feet arch and the muscles of her pretty calves start to flex.
“Eyes on me.” I command firmly enough that she doesn’t even think about obeying. She wants to surrender so badly to me, I can see it. Her soft whimpers of pleasure grow louder from just the subtle nudges. “Harder.”
She knows that I mean her nipple and she pinches so hard that she actually yelps in pain. I swear it’s hard for me to sit here but damned if she isn’t the sexiest fucking thing that I’ve ever seen. Her wet hair falling round her as water sluices off of her perfect tanned skin in little rivers between her breasts.
“I’m not going to wait all night. If you want me, baby girl, then you need to cum quickly.” The corner of my lip twists upward in a smirk as she dips her chin in the slightest nod. “You want that, don’t you? I bet you’ve imagined me fucking you every night since we met, haven’t you? Pictured me bending you over that metal table in the prison, didn’t you, dirty girl?”
Her eyes roll into the back of her head, she’s moving faster now. Her breathing is labored as she tries to nod her answer.
“Say it. Say you want me to fuck you, Kate. You were picturing my hands this whole time, weren’t you?” I tease. I want to move in there with her. I want one hand in that pretty little pussy and the other around her neck. I want her writhing under my touch until she can’t see straight. I want to turn her legs to jelly and by damn I’m going to.
“Yes!” Kate gasps, her pleasure rising.
“Yes, what?”
“I want you to fuck me!” Kate gasps as her eyes snap open and lock onto mine, nearly taking my breath away.
“Then you better cum for me, baby girl. You better cum for me on those pretty fingers right the fuck now.” I rise to stand and move into the shower with her, just out of the spray as I place a hand on the towel that I’m wearing in promise of what’s to come if she does as she’s asked. A hard reward just inches from her face as her moans of pleasure have precum already leaking from the damned tip of my cock.
“I’m gunna cum,” She moans, her eyes never leaving me. “I’m gunna- Nikolai-”
Fuck if she says my name like that again I don’t know what I’m going to fucking do.
I see her orgasm just seconds before it hits her, her moan cut off in her throat as her body tenses. I cannot wait to feel those waves of pleasure on my cock. She shudders and her legs tremble just as I slip my fingers into her hair, cupping the back of her head and keeping her eyes on me.
“Fuck that was sexy, baby girl.” I say as my fingers close into her hair, fisting tightly around the wet strands and anchoring her to reality instead of letting her drift off into the bliss of her post orgasm glow. “Such a good girl.”
I let the towel drop and move closer to her - I swear her mouth fucking waters. She lifts herself up onto her knees as her tongue sticks out, waiting for my cock like the most perfect, obedient woman that I’ve ever seen in my fucking life. She needs to stop being so fucking perfect right now or I’m going to make a damned fool of myself.
“Please, Nikolai.” She damn near whimpers when I don’t give her enough room to move her mouth to my cock. She’s pulling her own hair with my hand as an anchor. “Please.”
“Wrap your perfect lips around my cock, baby girl, go ahead.” I say with a smirk.