Chapter 11 Pleasured By His Hands
She was still as statue but his lips demanded response. One of his hands travelled between them and fondled one of her breasts through her cloth, making her gasp. When he pinched her hard peak between his fingers, she moaned and involuntarily returned the kiss.
To his surprise, she began rubbing against him, fanning the flames of his arousal. After giving both of the bosoms a light squeeze, his hand trailed down, tracing the luscious curve of her hip and moving further down to slip inside her panties.
With a curse he broke the kiss as if he was in pain, because her folds were softer than he had imagined. Her eyes shot open at the contact, her breathing ragged, as she stared down at him with pure need. Her sense of morality went right out of the window as the desire of her body took over.
She mewled when his calloused fingers rubbed her wetness all over her core. He traced a single finger from her pussy hole to the most sensitive nub making her shudder on top of him. He growled a hum of approval when his fingers pressed against her clit that was swollen and throbbing. His skillful fingers began massaging it in a steady rhythm, making her take gasp against his mouth. He watched her through half closed eyelids as the bluish moonlight illuminated her face, betraying every expression.
His palm moved faster and faster against her nub, the scars on his fingers adding sweet friction along its sides. She was now breathing harder than ever, while her fingers clutched his shirt so tight that she thought she might rip it off.
But she didn’t care. Her whole world was narrowed down to the work of his fingers, that made her heart gallop wildly in her chest and her body to crave for euphoria.
“Aahh...aaahhhhh..” with a scream she came, bucking against his fingers. He kept on rubbing her in small circles, making her orgasm last long. He pulled out his hand only when she dropped her head on his chest, exhausted and panting for air. She immediately missed the warmth of his fingers but got embarrassed when she heard the lewd sound of him sucking his own digits, coated with her juices.
The moment she came back to her senses, guilt riddled mortification made its way into her heart.
Her body had betrayed her!
How could she find release in the hands of a man she hated and feared at the same time?
Kate had an amazing orgasm but she couldn’t help feel guilty of giving him the pleasure of being the first and only man who had made her cum; The only man to have had touched her in the most intimate way.
Her anger and sadness transformed into tears and they fell from her face to wet Quisito’s shirt, right on top of his chest. She began sobbing silently but he said nothing. After a while he held her close, covered them with a blanket and muttered her to go to sleep as he tangled his fingers in her silky-smooth hair.
Ten minutes later Kate finally fell asleep, feeling oddly relaxed in the arms of the person she despised the most.