“Is that supposed to be a threat?” I asked archly and his mouth deepened into another smile, those dimples of his indenting his cheeks. I fought the urge to lick them.
He pulled me up so I was seated at the edge of the bed. My fingers went instantly to his belt buckle, unfastening it before I doubled it up and offered it to him. He chuckled slightly as his fingers closed over it, then he threw it on the pillow and his hands traced down my arms before capturing my hands behind my back. He held them together effortlessly with one hand while the other hand undid his trousers and unzipped them.
I openly licked my lips. “Yes please,” I said, my eyes glued to his crotch, but to my disappointment, he didn’t remove his trousers. Instead he pushed me back down on the bed and lay on his side, his fingers pushing aside the thin fabric of my strappy white flowered sundress to reveal an erect nipple underneath.
“So ready for me,” he groaned appreciatively as I writhed on the bed, restless with need. His mouth lowered on that nub and tremors of arousal shook my body. My fingers moved over his chest and abs, tracing each hard line of muscle. They teased his chest hair and when he growled in response, I felt a certain pride and joy at the reaction I caused.
His hands tugged at my dress, pulling it up to my waist, exposing my black panties underneath. Those were impatiently pushed down to mid-thigh, then he rolled me on top of him, my * hovering over his crotch. His palm made resounding contact with my ass, the noise echoing around the room. “What’s that for?” I whimpered.
He laughed. “Do you need a reason?” He looked amused. “I could pretend that you are being punished for something, but maybe I’m just spanking you because you like to be spanked.”
My cheeks grew heated. I did like it. I had become addicted to the peculiar absence of fear when he punished me, to the feeling of utter safety that I experienced, knowing that I could trust him not to hurt me. All I had to do was whisper my safe word and he would stop instantly. His concern was as much of a turn-on as his hard body and his erect cock.
The dress went flying across the room. His teeth bit at each nipple in turn and I ground my hips into his crotch, rubbing against his erection, leaving a stain on his pants. I didn’t care. At this moment, his chest hair was tickling at my nipples and my entire body was suffused with pleasure.
“Lean back,” he urged in a hoarse voice. The panties followed the dress and he put a hand on each thigh, spreading me open. His eyes just rested on my *. “So wet.”
“For you,” I whispered.
“Yes,” he said, a tone of utter male pride in his voice. His hand held my hip, keeping me pressed against his erection, while the fingers of his other hand rubbed my *, mashing the lips together, flicking over my clitoris just hard enough to make me dangerously close to orgasm.
I was about to gasp out a request to come when he looked at me intently. “Whenever you like, Jenny,” he said, giving me permission before I voiced my request. “You don’t need to ask today.” As he said that, he shifted me so I leaned against the headboard and he pressed up at my side. This position granted him easier access to all of my body. His fingers pumped in and out of my hot passage. His mouth pressed into mine, absorbing each and every one of my helpless moans.
I looked into his eyes as I reached out to grab his dick through his trousers. “Take these off,” I urged.
“All in due time,” he responded, exactly as I had expected. “What’s the hurry, Jenny?”
My palms slid up and down the outline of his erection as his fingers relentlessly invaded my *. From the hitch in his breathing, I could tell I was getting to him. Again, my lips curled into a smile.
“Brat,” he chided when he noticed my grin. “You like this reaction, don’t you?”
“I do,” I threw my head back as his fingers rubbed a slow, languid circle around my clitoris. “Ah, fuck, that feels good. I like knowing I can get to you the way you get to me.”
He smiled, though his eyes were serious. “Cherie,” he kissed my lips again, tweaking my nipples at the same time. “Was there ever any doubt about that?”
Those fingers moved again, this time, their intent clear. I shivered and my body responded instantly to the firm pressure of his thumb on my clitoris, to the push of three fingers into my *. His mouth covered mine, swallowing up my whimpers of pleasure. My nails ground into his biceps as the coil of desire wound tighter and tighter, tensing, clenching, until I came with a full-body shudder and a choked off shout.
He let me slowly drift back down to earth. His hands finally pulled his trousers and his briefs down, and he kicked them away. A condom was rolled on and he urged my legs apart, pushing his erect dick into my soaking wet *.