Everything was hot now, and hypersensitive. The silence and darkness amplified every touch, every movement.
“I want you, Karissa.”
He said the words defiantly, like he was breaking a rule. Like the decision had been a long time in coming, and he was finally declaring it. Our flashlights were somehow gone. I couldn’t even remember setting them down.
“I— I want—”
He kissed me hard, swirling his tongue through my mouth. Rolling his lips fervently against mine, as his hands slid up and then down again, piercing the waistband of my shorts.
Oh… oh wow.
His warm palms felt absolutely electric against the curve of my bare ass. The feeling was unimaginably good.
“I want you too…”
As his hands began to wander, so did mine. Instinctively I found his midsection, and he shifted to accommodate me as I lifted his shirt.
God DAMN.
My fingertips found the playground of his abdominals, and I became almost instantly wet. His body was so hard! So delectably firm and rippled and muscular. I dragged my hands all over his midsection, from his ribs to his navel. The heat coming off his skin turned the pads of my fingers to fire. Every square inch was incredible.
OH!
Down below, one of Bryce’s hands had slid all the way down to the base of my ass. It was between my thighs now, his fingers probing upward. They found my wetness and I shifted into him, allowing the very tips to pierce me gently.
The sensation was so intense I did a full body shudder.
“B—Bryce…”
He was kissing my neck now, and it was pure white heaven. One hand grasped my ass, clutching me tightly against him. Ever so slowly, the other continued dragging three fingers through the shallows of my pussy.
“If you’re going to start this,” I whispered into the darkness, “you’d better finish it.”
It was an order. It was a plea. It was desperation.
He laughed, and his laugh was deep. Fierce. Masculine. It made me even wetter as he abruptly pulled back, holding my cheeks in both hands while planting another sweet kiss directly on my lips.
“Wanna see my room?”
A shockwave of relief flooded through me, even as he began feeding me a finger. Our eyes were locked. Our souls seemingly connected, as he dragged the tip of one digit through the wetness of my mouth.
YES.
I nodded slowly, sucking that finger past my lips. Tasting myself for him… then grabbing his hand and pushing the same finger into his own mouth, so he could taste it too.
Holy fucking shit.
I’d never done such a thing before, but the move was so sexy, so sensual, I could feel myself melting into a puddle. Somewhere in the intimacy of our connection, a moment passed between us. Our mouths curled into a pair of knowing grins.
“We’re wasting time,” I said, and spun away.
Nine
KARISSA
We raced each other back across the empty mansion, laughing like teenagers. Our hearts pounding with the exertion of sprinting the empty halls, of climbing the grand staircase back to the second floor.
But also with anticipation of what came afterward.