Last Hit (Hitman #1)(44)
Author: Jessica Clare

"Is that right?" She still sounds dazed, and my chest puffs up with pride at how well I have made my woman come. I wring out the washcloth and test it against my wrist. Not too hot.

"What are you doing?" She looks curiously at me.

"I’m taking care of my kitten," I tell her. Pulling down the sheets, I press the washcloth between her legs.

"That’s normal, right?" Uncertainty fills her voice. "I feel like I don’t know anything."

"It is," I assure her. I pull down the sheet so that her lovely body is exposed. Shyness overtakes her and she moves to cover her br**sts and her pubis. Instead of brushing her hands away and telling her that she should not feel shy with me, I roll her over so that her back and lovely buttocks are exposed. I squeeze some of the hotel lotion into my hand and begin to rub her back. Her muscles here are tight, perhaps because she is unused to such casual nudity.

With long strokes, I soothe her muscles and her nerves, pressing and rubbing all the safe places. Her shoulder blades, the curves of her small biceps, the dip in her lower back. As she softens and relaxes, I begin to learn her erogenous zones. I trail my fingers along the sides of her br**sts and over the curve of her buttocks. Rubbing along her inner thighs, I allow the tips of my fingers to lightly touch her cunt. She moves restlessly against the sheets, but her arousal is only a small flame, and I want it to be a roaring fire. I want to see the wetness paint her thighs and hear her breathless gasps. I want this first time of hers to be a memory of glorious pleasure rather than pain.

The focus of my massage moves downward, and I pay particular attention to the sensitive ankles and tender soles of feet. She is sensitive around the backs of her knees and the inside thigh area. All the parts I have rubbed with my fingers, I follow with my tongue and mouth, avoiding the obvious erotic zones. Daisy moans, either in delight or annoyance or both.

"You’re killing me," she says, and and then freezes up, all my seductions for naught. The word "kill" has brought back bad memories. I frown at her back but lie down next to her and gather her into my arms.

"There are bad men in this world, and sometimes they need to be removed so that their harm cannot spread to others."

She shudders, and I hold her tighter. "Will this ever go away?" she asks.

"Yes and no. The stark feelings of guilt will fade, but you will not forget this moment." I debate what to say next, for I have no experience in comforting someone I love. I have no experience with loving either. "I think you will find some peace, but it is okay to not feel it now."

"I know I shouldn’t feel guilty. I shouldn’t, because he’s sold Regan off to God-knows-where, and he wanted to hurt me, and he wanted to kill you. I shouldn’t feel guilty, and yet…I do." A sob breaks. She turns her head and cries softly into my neck, and her tears are like pricks from a needle on my skin.

"Shhh, kitten," I whisper over and over as I rock her. The tears subside eventually, and Daisy pulls out of my arms to lie on her back.

"I’m sorry," she says, unable to look me in the eyes.

"Nothing to be sorry about." I roll to my side so I can look at her. The need to touch her is strong, so I pull her to my side and rest my head on top of her. We both lie there in silence for some time until sleep pulls us under.

I awaken to a soft hand between my legs and tender lips at my throat. For a moment I think I must be dreaming and I reach down and cup myself. There I find a fragile hand. Daisy.

Her fingers still and begin to move away, but I forestall her movements. Instead, I grip her hand tighter around my already-hard c*ck and show her how to touch me.

"You like it rougher than I thought," she whispers.

You have no idea, kotehok. I say silently, but to her I say, "Yes, tighter, a little hard." And we begin to stroke me together. I pull her mouth toward mine, and we kiss, open-mouthed and ravenous. We kiss and kiss while we jerk me to an orgasm. My come jets out in long, translucent ropes, the sem*n lubricating our caresses. I groan low and loud as she pulls at me harder. "Yes, just like that," I gasp out, and then I can say nothing for a long minute.

I wipe off her hand and mine with the discarded washcloth.

"You’re still hard," she notices. My c*ck jerks in anticipation.

"I am," I tell her. "And I will be until I come inside of you."

Her blue eyes are on fire with desire for me. "Then come inside me," she invites, and I nearly spill again at her invitation.

It’s everything I’ve been waiting for. "My hands are shaking." I raise my hands to show her that they are trembling slightly. "I let you get me off so that I can control myself enough to show you pleasure."

She shakes her head at me, amazed. "Nick, you don’t have to try so hard."

"Never." I cradle her head in my hands. "You should shoot me when I stop trying. No effort is too much for you. Pleasing you is the greatest privilege that exists."

I can tell from the look on her face that she doesn’t believe me, but it is the truth.

I drop my mouth to hers and kiss her until she takes my breath away and then gives it back. I begin to map her body once again, this time noting that her right breast is more sensitive than her left. With my hands, I mold her br**sts and pinch and squeeze the erect tips. Someday our child will suckle here.

Reaching between us, I smooth her lubrication over her cunt lips and then onto my cock. My fingers slip inside her easily this time, our previous play having made her ready for me. Inside, the tissues of her cunt grip me, and I bite my lip hard to keep from coming.

Her hands stroke my shoulders and tangle in my hair. The touch is loving and genuine. I will never get enough of her. I raise up on my elbows and kiss her again and again, all the while plunging my fingers inside her. I grind my palm into her pubic bone and she cries out in pleasure.

"I must taste you again." I push down between her legs and raise her up to my mouth like she is a feast, and then I eat at her like I’m a starved man until she comes and I drink down her juice.

As she shudders from her orgasm, I reach over to the nightstand and rip open a condom. Sheathing myself, I rub just the tip over her already-sensitive flesh, and she trembles and clutches at the sheets, her eyes dazed. I push in slightly, and because I’ve fingered her several times today, she is so very tight.

"Someday soon I’ll take you without a barrier, da?"

She nods. "I’ll get on the pill right away."

"Or maybe we make baby?" I spread my fingers over her belly. "Someday."

Her eyes glisten and she chokes out, "Someday."

I cannot hold myself back any longer. The tight grip of her p**sy on the tip of my c*ck is exquisite torment. I push in slowly and feel the tissues give way. My eyes scan her face so that I can pull back or cease if there is any sign of pain, but there is none. When I’m finally seated to the hilt, it is almost too much. I want to stay inside her forever.

"I do not want to leave you, kitten. Ever."

"Then don’t," she pants, her hands fluttering over my body. "We’ll just make love in this beautiful hotel room until we die."

"A perfect end." I agree. Instinct takes over, and I must move. The first drag of my c*ck out her channel elicits a groan from both of us. It’s the most glorious feeling. I thrust back inside of her.

There is nothing else that exists in this world, only her and me. I lift her so that we are virtually upright and her little cl*t can rub against my pelvis. My hand tangles in her hair and angles her head so that I can ravage her mouth. My other hand clutches her buttocks as I lift her off me and then drive back inside. Again and again we press against each other until I can feel her convulse around me. I let the ripples of her cunt flutter against my c*ck and listen to her cries against my mouth. When they begin to subside, I pound against her until my own release comes and I spill into the barrier between us.

Tenderly I rest her against the pillows. Strands of hair are sticking to her face and I push them aside. She is too tired to do more than smile weakly at me. I feel like I have conquered a mountain. I could run a thousand miles for that smile. Swiftly, I dispose of the condom and climb back into bed with her. Pulling the covers up, I tuck her lax body into my side.

She mumbles something and then drops off to sleep. I stare at the coffered ceiling and make a dozen promises to different deities thanking them for their gift and swearing to keep her safe and happy for as long as I have breath.

"What will we do today?"

"First, we go to the Pardelplatz district and get you onto the bank accounts," I place my fingers over her mouth. "Do not argue. It will be done."

"I’m not with you for your money."

Daisy’s mouth turns down at the corner, and I cannot keep myself from kissing it. I stroke my tongue over her pressed lips until they part, and then neither of us argue for several minutes. "Then we shall go to Bahnhofstrasse, where you will tell me what I should be wearing every minute of the day down to my briefs, and then I will help you pick out delectable bits of lace and silk that will touch your secret parts when my lips and hands cannot."

Daisy blushes and shakes her head, but she’s smiling. "I hope you have a lot of money, because you clearly like spending it."

I lean back against the soft pillows. "I don’t know how much I have, but it is enough for us to buy a few things."

Later at the hotel, I sit out on the balcony overlooking the river, sipping some coffee. Daisy comes storming out, waving the bank book. "Didn’t you ever look at this?"

I shrug. "Yes, but what does it matter? I had nothing. So long as I was not hungry or could buy a necessary weapon, the amount was of no concern."

Daisy closes her eyes as if reaching for patience. "This is millions. Like I don’t think you and I could spend all of it even if we shopped at the Bahnhofstrasse every day."

"Then we will not worry about it."

My lack of concern over this is bothering Daisy, so I pull the bank book out of her hand and lay it on the table. "I don’t care what I have so long as I can be with you, kotehok. I am happy living in a box as long as you are sharing the box with me." I pull her down on my lap.

She has changed into one of the sleek black outfits we bought in one of the gold-lettered shops that littered the shopping avenue. Some of those shops had no price tags, which made it easier for me to buy clothes for Daisy without argument. And since many of the shops had agreements with the banks in the financial district, I merely signed a discreet credit slip without Daisy noticing. So much easier that way.

I lay my mouth over my favorite part of her neck where her pulse beats. There is the evidence of her life and her passion. As I suck on it, I can feel the flutter of her heartbeat speed up and suspect that if I slipped my hand beneath her skirt, her delicate pink silk panties would be wet.

"Still, I think I should get a job when we get back, and we both should learn how to manage money," Daisy says, but I can tell her heart isn’t in her scold. She tips her head so I can get better access to her neck.

"Are you sore, kotehok?" I only took her once, although she came several times. My bold question makes her squirm in my lap, and my c*ck responds predictably.