He was rubbing a hand over his shaved head. “Yeah. Me, too. Weird, eh?”
For some reason, him admitting to the same feeling allowed her to laugh, allowed her tight shoulders to drop. “Yeah, really weird.”
“All right. So, this is what we do about it: we go along with it, yes? We just let things happen and don’t stop to worry over it.”
“I think I can do that,” she told him, hoping it was true. She wanted it to be true. Wanted not to worry or overanalyze. Maybe if they had an agreement about it, she could manage it.
Maybe.
“Good. Good girl. Now put that coffee down.”
She did as he asked without thinking about it, and he pulled her over his lap while she squealed.
“What are you doing, Duff?”
“Sealing it with a spanking.”
“Isn’t that supposed to be sealed with a kiss?”
“Nah. We’re kinky folk. It’s always a spanking. Prepare yourself.”
She tried to cover her bottom with her hands, but he pulled them behind her back and held them there.
“Duff, wait!”
“Wait? Really, princess? Why should I do that?”
Her brain scrambled for an answer against the crazy push and pull. Don’t do it. Please do it. “Because we have some more negotiating to do, and you know we can’t negotiate once you’ve spanked me.”
“Ah.” He ran a palm over her ass.
“Hey,” she prompted.
“I’m thinking about it.”
She shook her head. “You really are hopeless.”
“Another mark on the ledger. But you’re right.” He released her and let her up. “Negotiate away.”
“Why do you have to make this so hard on me? No, never mind. I know the answer to that. So . . . we need to talk about sex.”
“My favorite subject.”
“And one of mine, as we agreed last night.”
“All right, lovely, let’s hash it out. I want to do it—you want to do it. I’d say we’re done, but I’m too damn responsible a Dom to end it there. Do you still want to?”
That question, the mere suggestion of sex, went through her like a heated touch between her thighs, and suddenly she was soaking wet. She looked into his shining hazel eyes and nodded very slowly.
“Ah, don’t look at me like that, Layla,” he said, gravel in his tone.
“Like what?”
“With that naked wanting in your beautiful eyes.” He wrapped a hand behind her neck, burying his fingers in her hair. “Like you could eat me alive. I know you could. One of the things I like most about you. About this. Being with a woman who is as unabashedly sensual—as sexual—as I am. Oh, yeah. Knowing it’s harnessed under my hands. Too. Fucking. Hot.”
“Duff?”
“Yeah?”
She slipped the robe from her shoulders. “Please?”
CHAPTER
Six
HIS GAZE WENT wide; then his lush lips came down hard on hers as he threw her onto her back. She wrapped her legs around his waist. He pulled them off and pinned her thighs with his knees, making her body surge with new desire. His tongue opened her mouth up, slipped inside, explored, commanded, drank her in.
She could barely breathe between his demanding mouth and the weight of him on her, but she loved it. His hips ground against her, and she felt the solid ridge of his cock through his jeans. Then, tearing his mouth from hers, he swore, backed off her long enough to unzip and kick his jeans off. She would almost have been sorry not to see what she was certain was his gorgeous cock, except that it was pressed against her mound, just above her aching clitoris. Oh, how she wanted him.
“Duff,” she panted. “It hurts.”
Somehow it wasn’t necessary to explain what she meant.
“Yeah, it does, lovely. Hurts me, too. But not for long, now. Finally.”
Kicking her thighs apart, he used his hands to spread her wider and knelt between her legs. She felt his hot breath on her sex for one seemingly endless moment—and gasped as he flicked his tongue at her needy flesh.
“Ah!”
When he did it again, over and over, she reached over her head to grab onto the arm of the couch and held on tight as he went to work with his clever tongue. He lapped at her clit, pressing his fingers into her, opening her up. She was so damn wet she took his fingers easily, and would have spread her thighs wider to welcome his every touch if he hadn’t already done it for her. And oh, God, he was pumping into her, three fingers, four—filling her, rubbing at her G-spot while his tongue worked her clit just as hard. The aching need really did begin to hurt, and her mind was a blur of searing sensation and drifting thoughts. Was she allowed to come? Could she stop herself?
And then her body went into fifth gear and she was falling, falling, her climax shattering her system, blinding her, and she was screaming and twisting beneath him. It went on and on, until finally the pleasure rolled back and out to sea, leaving her shivering and twitching.
“Christ, princess. You really do know how to come.”
“You have no idea,” she murmured, half out of her head.
“Don’t I, now? Well, then I shall have to make it my mission to find out.” Raising himself over her, he reached behind him for his jeans and pulled a condom from a pocket.
“Oh, thank God.”
He grinned, an animal hunger in his glittering gaze, in the loose softness of his mouth as he tore the packet with his sharp white teeth and rolled it onto his heavy erection. “You can thank me later,” he growled, positioning his thick cock at the entrance to her body, making her sex clench. “After I fuck you senseless. Or maybe I’ll be the senseless one. Luckily, it doesn’t really matter, does it, lovely?”
“Not at all. I mean, yes, please. I mean . . . I don’t know, Duff. Just do it.”
Reaching down between them, he pinched her pussy lips between hard, hurting fingers, but it only made her need spiral higher. He used the same fingers to spread her open, and pushed the swollen tip of his cock into her.
“Oh! God . . .”