“Cruelty,” she whispers, as her fingers curl over the sofa, and she presses her temptation of an arse out.
“Do you think I should punish you?” I purr as the edge of the copper implement reaches the crease between her thigh and her buttock. I notice the tremor in my hand. My heart hammers in my chest. There’s exhilaration and excitement, yes. But that’s not all I feel. I won’t say love is a stranger to me because I’ve felt love and I have love for my family. But the romantic kind of love? I’m not entirely sure what that is. And while I won’t say I’m in love now, whatever this is, its will is stronger than my own.
A droplet of water rolls around my bicep, dropping to the floor as I lift my arm. I swing my arm wide and bring the spatula down on the right buttock.
“That’s for defying me,” I growl as she cries out a needy sound. For going out on a date when she knows I can give her everything she needs. The next swipe comes from underneath and without the same kind of intensity. “And that’s because you drive me to the brink of insanity.” Copper thuds against the wood as I drop it, bending to paint a wet stripe along the offended cheek. She moans as I slide my tongue along the crease.
“And that one?” Her words are a slide into hope as she tips up onto her toes.
“Because I fucking need it,” I rasp, dropping to my knees like a penitent before burying my face in her pussy.
She cries out, her desperation sending a prickle of sensation across my skin. I make an anklet of my fingers, sliding her leg wider, burying my tongue into the very center of her.
“Oh God. Whit, no. It’s too much.” She squirms as though trying to get away when I bring my hand down on her backside. “Oh!”
“Stop wriggling.”
“It feels so dirty.”
“Stop wriggling.” I spank her again, one stinging swipe that makes her pussy pulse. “Before I bury my tongue in your arse.”
“No!” But there’s a hint of something there to explore later as her clit throbs around my fingers, as I drive my tongue against her again and again. I feel like a starving man let loose at a feast, not sure where he wants to start, only that he wants to gorge.
“You’re so wet for me, Amelia. So shiny and your arousal sweet.”
She whimpers, the anticipation of her falling like a tiny explosion of delight deep in my chest. Her honied whispers turn to cries, her knees locking as the waves of her orgasm begin to pull her under. I don’t let up. I can’t touch enough, kiss enough, be enough. I want to taste every inch of her silky skin. Make her see that there is no one on this earth who could make her feel this way. That only I am meant to.
Shit.
Shit. Oh shit!
I lean back on my heels, the thoughts in my head running free now, unable to be ignored. I love her. I love her, and I’m so screwed.
What the fuck am I going to do?
I look up as she begins to turn; it might be minutes or an hour after she’s come. It’s hard to tell.
“Wow. I feel like a foal,” she says, her limbs slightly uncoordinated. Meanwhile, I just sit there, staring at the woman who ought to belong to me.
Who will belong to me. I’ve just got to figure out how.
“Whit? Are you okay?”
My mouth hooks up in one corner as my gaze slides over her. “Yeah. I’m good.” I’m terrified but, “Actually, I’m amazing.”
“Oh yes, you are.” She tilts her head to hide her smile as I push up from the floor.
“Can I?” Her words are tentative as she gestures to the towel. Without waiting for an answer, she pulls the edge free.
She stares at me, I stare at her, and my cock between us grows impossibly hard.
One minute, Mimi is pressed against the sofa, and the next, I am. The downy towel is around my ankles, and my brain is melting down the back of my neck as her eyes and her fingers trail over my chest. My abs react under the tips of her fingers as she follows the trail of dark hair to where my cock juts between us, hard, ruddy, and so ready. She stares for a moment, watching as it jumps in response to her touch, my thighs tight, my balls tightening, my whole being ready to explode.
“I want to kiss you.” Her eyes rise, following the line of my bicep until they meet mine.
“Want to kiss me where?” I ask with more wit and feeling than I currently possess because my wits are blown at the prospect. As for feeling, every inch of my skin cries out for her touch. When she wraps her hand around the base of my shaft, I almost combust.
“Here.” Her whisper is tremulous as she leans closer, licking at a trail of shower water that drips from my hair down my chest. “And here.” I groan and tip my head back as she circles the flat of my nipple with her tongue. As good as it feels, it’s not quite as special as the way her hand gravitates to my cock. She slides her fingers along the length, palming to the crown the way she’s watch me hold myself in the shower. I growl a little as the point of her tongue flicks the hardened bud of my nipple like a kitten lapping milk. I press my hand to the back of her head, encouraging her closer with one whispered word.
