Page 83 of Sweet Surrender
He pulled off her top in one swift movement and peered down at her lacy bra, her small breasts trying to escape from the cups. He palmed her roughly, and stroked his thumb over her nipples, shifting his knee between her thighs. She bit her lip as he tormented her nipple, driving her need higher until she was trying to rub against him. Then he closed his mouth around the tip through her bra, the damp lace molding to her. He moved to her other breast and gave it the same treatment while tugging her skirt down.
“Wrap those gorgeous long legs around me,” he commanded.
God, she loved it when he spoke to her like that, firing her up. She did as he said, hooking her ankles behind his back and he deftly flipped them so she was straddling him. Her core landed directly over the hard bulge in his jeans and she writhed against him while he kissed her chest, his tongue sliding over her skin.
“Please touch me,” she moaned against his forehead. He pulled back and their eyes locked as he hooked a finger under her panties, finding her damp center and pressing hard. A gasp flew from her and his eyes heated another degree. He continued to press while using his other hand to remove her bra. Once her breasts were free, he sucked a nipple into his mouth and worked two fingers inside her, stretching her.
Her head lolled back and he sucked at the base of her throat, hard, biting and holding her in place as he rubbed that sweet spot inside her, driving her to the brink. He removed his hand and she growled in frustration, working at the buttons on his jeans, working him free so she could get him inside her quicker.
“Steady, sweetheart,” he said, his voice gruff. He stood up and her legs dropped from him, toes digging into the plush carpet. He knelt down and slowly drew her panties down her legs and she braced herself on his shoulder as she stepped out of them. Then he leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her center. The kiss turned carnal as he slid his tongue over her clit, wrapping his arms around her and pulling her to his mouth, his palms squeezing the cheeks of her ass as he ate at her.
She cried out as she came, and he held her up before giving her ass a sharp swat that had her inhaling deeply as her body throbbed again. He grabbed her and bent her over the front of the couch and moved behind her, his hard cock fitting into the seam of her ass and rubbing gently.
He stroked down her bare back, over the curve of her ass then smacked her sharply.
“Oh, shit,” she grunted into the cushion.
“That’s for making me think about you constantly.” His voice dark and rough, had her shivering and desperate for more.
Smack.
“That’s for making me think about all the ways I could fuck you all damn day.”
Smack.
“That’s for making me think about how pretty you look when you’re sucking my dick.”
Smack.
“That one’s for loving every single second of getting spanked like the naughty girl you are.”
“Oh, God Beau, please,” she moaned, not even sure what she was asking for, just feeling mindless with lust, his words driving her need even higher. He stroked over her skin, soothing away the sting and then he was at her entrance, pushing in.
He rocked his hips and eased into her slowly, not increasing his speed. She panted and clawed at the couch cushions, desperate for him tomove.
“This is torture,” she moaned.
He bent forward, his chest to her back, nipping her ear. “Why’s that, sweetheart?”
“Because it’s not enough!” she gasped out as he pinched her nipple between his fingers.
“Not enough?” He thrust inside her, swivelling his hips, hitting her just right but keeping the pace slow. Stars exploded behind her eyelids.
“Are you sure?”
“Hmm, God, yes.”
“Because it sounds like you’re enjoying this torture.”
“Beau please!”
“Please what? Fuck you harder? Make you scream? Pound into you until we’re both so mindless that we fall apart?”
“Yes.”
“No, sweetheart. I like torturing you,” he murmured.
And damn him but he did. Sweet, slow torturous strokes that drove her so out of her mind that when she finally found her exquisite release, she practically sobbed at the intensity but she wasn’t done.
