Another whimper escapes, but I stay still. I’m not afraid. I trust him with everything. And damn, mixing pain with pleasure is good. Count me in for future spankings.
He whips me back around, his eyes on fire as he picks my legs up by the thighs and presses me up, settling my legs on his shoulders. His hard biceps press into the underside of my thighs while his hands grip the tops of them, his fingers digging roughly into my skin. He doesn’t shake. Doesn’t waver at all. He’s so fucking strong.
Oh my God, is he doing what I think he’s doing?
His hands flex on my skin, gripping me into place, my back pressed fully against the cold metal of the barn. His brown eyes are so beautiful, gazing into mine. He raises his eyebrows up and down once and gives me an amused smirk before dipping his head under my dress, gently kissing the inside of my thighs, inching closer and closer to my center that I can feel dripping down me.
I struggle to catch my breath and flip my dress up so I can grab onto his hair because honestly, the anticipation is unbearable. I don’t know what else to do with myhands, my body, my mind. Each kiss gets closer, lingering at each spot longer. This is torture.
“Babe, please,” I beg quietly, unable to bear it any longer.
He smiles against my leg and finally, my thong slides to the side as his teeth lightly scrape against my skin. He slides his warm tongue into me and nips me gently. I jerk, inhaling sharply, the thin strings of my dress falling off my shoulders.
He dives in, growling into me, sending reverberations down my entire body, licking me up and down, fully ravaging me. His hands grip onto me so tightly it prevents me from what my body naturally wants to do right now—writhe my hips on his face.
His grip on my thighs becomes painful, and the small pain still on my ass is melding with the pain on my thighs and the pleasure he’s giving me. I could get used to this.
Unable to do anything else, I grab his hair harder and hold on for the ride.
He doesn’t relent, continuing to suck and lick for what feels like hours. I can’t take much more. I’m right on the edge. My moans are loud, too loud, I know it, but I can’t hold them in. It’s like we’re the only two people in this world and I need him to hear how much he satisfies me.
My legs start to shake and the sweat from him holding me and eating me out causes things to get slippery.
He stops for one breath and instructs me. “Come for me, baby.”
That’s it. That’s all I need. I clasp my palm over my mouth in a sad attempt to stifle myself and climax, my eyes rolling so far back that I don’t even know where I am anymore.
In relaxed bliss, I feel myself lowering, my hair sliding down the barn wall until my feet hit the ground. My legs shake, feeling as though they’re about to give out, but he holds me up with his strong arm around my waist. I look up at him and find a triumphant grin shining as he wipes his face of me.
“That’s my good girl,” he says, nipping my nose and kissing it.
My brain is dead. I have no thoughts, no words. All I know is pleasure and all I want is more of it from him. I move to grab for him, but he gently moves my hand away, wrapping it in his.
“Come. Let’s get cleaned up.”
I pout, pushing my bottom lip out, but let him lead me, my ass still stinging with each step, giving me a reminder of what we just did practically out in the open.Hopefully no one saw us, but a larger part of me doesn’t care. I’m one happy camper, well mostly.
He takes me inside to the bathroom and lifts me up on the counter.
“Spread ‘em babe.”
“Again?” I exclaim hopefully.
“So greedy,” he chuckles, kissing me. “No, I’m going to clean you up.”
He places a washcloth under hot water, pulls up my dress and begins cleaning me. The hot water feels amazing.
God, I love him.
“So, where did you learn all this? I mean, damn, it’s all so amazing but where did you learn to talk dirty and do all the amazing sexual things you do to me? I feel very inexperienced.”
“Don’t sell yourself short. You’re doing amazing. I’m not some sex master like you make me out to be. How I’m acting with you and what I’m doing to you isn’t from experience.”
“Oh?” Elation and relief wash over me. Knowing he didn’t do these things with Tree makes me feel even closer to him.
“Yeah.”
He finishes cleaning me up and pecks me on the lips, pulling me off the counter.
