Find Me in the Dark by Karina Ashe Read Free Book Online

long inches.
    He pulls back quickly. This time I can’t follow, but I wait for him, legs spread, ankles cocked.
    “Are you alright?”
    It takes a moment for his words to register. “What?”
    “Is it too much?”
    No. Never . I want to say something cutting to get back at him for asking something so intimate, but I can’t think of anything. My mind is too full of him to realize anything else, so I moan and arch back, grinding against his hard body.
    I feel his teeth through his mask as he bites my shoulder, thrusting into me again. I moan.
    “You’re filthy,” he whispers.
    And I moan again, spread my legs further, and clench my cunt harder, becoming filthier.
    “And so beautiful,” he continues. “I never thought you’d let me touch you.”
    I don’t like the way he says beautiful, like I’m somehow above him—above this. I don’t want to be beautiful; I want to be filthy. He’s moving slowly, getting me used to his length. It drives me crazy.
    “Will you let me have you?” He whispers.
    “Yes,” I gasp. You already have me. Please, take me already. This is torture .
    It doesn’t seem possible, but he moves even slower. “Will you give yourself to me?”
    The red auditorium curtains sway in front of me. A janitor or adventurous student could creep in right now and I wouldn’t know. The audience could be filled with people I couldn’t see. I don’t care. The idea of us performing up here makes that delicious ache even stronger.
    Would I give myself to him?
    Yes. Oh God yes.
    “Laura?” He prompts.
    Stop talking. Just fuck me . “Please,” I beg for all those things, but mostly for an end to this sweet torment.
    He pushes into me. I pull my legs together. He’s so deep in me now that I feel his zipper on the edge of my clit. I move over it, enjoying the feeling of it digging into me, and of him, stretching me too far open, filling me completely.
    He removes one hand from my hip and gathers my hair. Then, he pulls back gently.
    I look at the ceiling, at the pure darkness in front of me.
    “Look at me,” he demands. “I want to watch you while I take you.”
    My eyes roll back.
    He’s such an imposing figure. Though he isn’t bulky, his strength is unmistakable. Lithe and fast, he holds me with the determination of a man who always gets what he wants. Even his fingers are strong as they dig into me. It’s the only warning I get before he slams into me.
    I thought I was ready for it. That it would be nothing more than the previous feeling of him filling me intensifying.
    I couldn’t have been more wrong.
    I want to always be filled with him. I push back against him, making it hard for him to move. He groans and grabs my hips, keeping them in place as he thrusts. My eyes flutter shut and his hand grips my hair harder. I stare back into that face I cannot see.
    “Don’t stop looking at me.”
    I’m too afraid to look away. It’s ridiculous to be so afraid when I can’t see anything of him, but I can feel it, his intensity, moving through the mask, spilling over me. I should be self-conscious of how I’m frowning as I moan, of how far apart my lips are, of my crooked front teeth, but it feels so good I can’t bring myself to care. Even if I do care it doesn’t matter. The darkness is there, beckoning to me to dissolve into it until I almost feel like I no longer exist.
    He leans over. “It’s alright.” His voice is strained, a growl. “Cum for me, Solnyshko moyo .”
    Those words seem significant, though they could be anything, even another girl’s name. Still, I’d want to feel them on my skin, saturating my body along with the heat and scent of him. I am merely an instrument of passion. His .
    The world round me is breaking. I forget the discomfort in my legs, the pressure in my knees. I don’t mind his grip. Everything fades except the bliss building in my center. It’s almost painful it’s so perfect, and so perfect that it feels like it should be forbidden to experience