Whipped (Hitched, #2)

When I finally lay on my stomach, the soft blankets cushioning my naked skin, my body coils in increased tension. I don't know what he's going to do. I'm not in control. I'm not the one wielding the power. It scares me. And excites me. I breathe deeply, trying to relax as I anticipate what he might do.

He starts gently, hands running over my shoulders, my back, down to my ass. First with a light tickling of his fingertips. The contact sends shivers over my body. When he increases the pressure, gripping my ass harder as he massages me, I moan. His hands feel amazing, and my hips naturally arc into them, greedy for more.

He lightens his touch again as his hands run down my legs, stopping behind my knees. Then I feel his warm breath against my skin, followed by the gentle touch of his lips as he caresses the skin. I know this is a sensitive spot for women, but I've never had anyone explore my body this way. I'm hooked on how it feels. When his tongue flicks out, teasing my flesh, I moan, my leg flexing in reflex.

He works his way down my calves to my feet, rubbing, massaging, bringing pleasure to every inch of my body.

When he moves back up my legs and places his hands over my ass, spreading my legs until I'm fully exposed to him, I begin to shake from need.

He lifts my hips with strong hands, and then his tongue teases my pussy from behind. The erotically-charged position and act nearly sends me over the edge, but he stops before I can come.

"Not yet, babe. Let it build." His voice is husky, and I can tell he's exercising a lot of self-control as well.

The knowledge brings me pleasure. "Someday it'll be your cock in my mouth, and I'll remember this."

He laughs. "I certainly hope so."

And then he is silent, his mouth once again working magic between my legs, hands gripping my ass. He takes me to the edge over and over, stopping before I can fall. I want to fall. I want to fall so fucking bad.

He flips me over then, my body still quivering with how close I am to coming. While I watch, he strips off his shirt, exposing a body sculptured from marble and the wet dreams of every woman alive.

When he pulls off his pants I nearly come without his touch. He is huge. Hard. Glorious.

"I want you to come on my cock, babe. And then I want to fuck you all night long." He slips on a condom, and I spread my legs.

Oh God. Yes. With one hard thrust, he is deep inside me, and I am coming hard, flung off the side of that particular mountain in an instant. My body clenches, muscles spasming in final blissful release. He holds himself still inside of me for a moment and then thrusts deeply, repeatedly, holding my hips as he fucks me the way I've been dreaming he would since the night in his dressing room.

He is true to his promise. We break for water, for food, for making out and holding each other, but then we fuck again. In every position, in all the rooms of our tent house, slowly, quickly, passionately and tenderly. I lose count of my orgasms, and his. I lose count of everything but the feel of our flesh connected, of his scent and taste and the way he fills me and touches me and makes me feel.

And it is exquisite.

At the break of dawn we finally rest, my head against his chest, his arms around me, and that is how I fall asleep and wake up.

And, I realize, this is the best birthday present I could have asked for.

***

The next day Lachlan asks me to join him for the day. "I want to show you what I'm really about."

His comment intrigues me, and after we pull down the fort of sheets and put everything away, I follow him out for a Saturday adventure that could involve anything.

Given his regular job, I couldn't be more shocked when we arrive at a low-income neighborhood to pick up three kids.

Two boys and a girl stand around a basketball court waiting. When Lachlan and I walk up, one of the boys runs up to him, a big grin on his face. "Dude, you're late."

"Sorry, Kev, I overslept a bit. I'd like you to meet someone."

They both turn to me, and I hold out my hand. "Hi, I'm Vi."

The boy takes my hand and gives Lachlan a big grin. "Is this the chick you've been mooning over?"

I laugh as we shake, and Lach nudges the kid. "This is Kevin and his friends Mike and Lauren. I've been teaching them dance after school."

The kids follow us back to the car and climb in. "Where are we going now?" I ask.

"I'm going to show you my dream."

We arrive at the old mall and park in front of it. "I want to turn this into an after-school program for dance, free to any kid who needs a safe place to go after school and wants to learn dance, do homework, hang out."

I whistle under my breath. "I had no idea."

"I know what it's like to be on your own too young. I want these kids to have someone."

We get out and walk around as he describes what he envisions everywhere. The stage, the rooms for rehearsals, a game room and study room. He dreams big, and I fall a little harder for him because of it.