Page 95 of The Fire Went Wild
She’s flushed. Excited. Aroused. I hook my fingers around her panties without looking.
“I was just curious.”
The idea excites her, I realize. But I want to hear her say it.
I tug her underwear over her hips.
“Do you want me to?” I thread the underwear over her knees and then fling it aside, too. She doesn’t answer right away, and Idraw my gaze over her plush, naked Hunter’s body. I’m all ready to sink into her.
“Do you?” I crawl on top of her, cock aching with need. Charlotte’s lips part. She runs her hands over my hips.
“Yes,” she breathes.
Fuck me if I don’t nearly explode in my pants right then and there.
“Well, then I’ll need to wait until you’re in a deep, deep sleep.” I nuzzle her neck, peppering her with kisses. “And I think you might be too worked up to get there.”
I pull away from her sharply, palming my cock over my pants. She immediately sees what I’m doing.
“Maybe you should fuck me to sleep,” she says sweetly.
“I think an orgasm is a good idea.” I rock back, sliding off the bed, feeling myself melt into the shadows. “But I want to see you do it for yourself.”
Charlotte bites her lips and spreads her legs, giving me a tantalizing glimpse of her glistening pussy. She drops her hand down to her clit.
“Like this?” she asks coyly.
“Just like that, cher.” My cock is raging at the need to be inside her. But I force myself to wait. That’s not what she asked for, and frankly, it’s not what I want.
What I want is to fuck her sleeping, unmoving body until she comes in her dreams.
“Pretend I’m not here,” I add, pressing up against the wall and going perfectly still, the way I do when I’m stalking prey.
Charlotte drops her head back and rolls her fingers in a slow, circular pace, her hips rocking against the bed. She’s quiet, although I hear the changes happening in her body. The frantic rush of her blood. The quickening of her breath. She widens her legs and slips a finger inside her pussy and thrusts upward.
“What are you thinking about, little Hunter?”
Charlotte jumps like my voice startled her. “What I’ve thought about every time I’ve done this for the last three days,” she whispers, thrusting her fingers inside of herself, running her thumb across her clit.
“And what’s that?” Even though I know. Because we’re both Hunters. What else would she fantasize about?
Houston. Her first kill. Fucking on top of a dead body.
Charlotte whimpers. I assume she doesn’t want to say it, but I know she’s thinking about it because her body is reaching its crescendo. She lets out a soft, choking gasp.
But then she just says, “You,” and her release comes with the ocean rush of her breath. She trembles and arches against the bed and then slumps down, her heart racing.
Me. She didn’t say death or murder. She said me.
Charlotte settles back on the pillow, her hand draped gracefully against her pussy. “Good girl,” I say, a beat too late because I’m still faintly stunned by hearing her whisperyouas she came. It’s such a small thing, and yet it?—
It burns straight through me.
Charlotte makes a small happy noise and rolls over. “That helped,” she murmurs.
I slip out of the shadows and draw the blanket up over her naked body. My cock throbs, but I restrain myself.
I’m going to have so much fun using her. But for now, I just want to watch as she falls asleep.