Page 9 of Bountiful
I liked to be manhandled, and somehow he knew that. Or maybe it was just a luckyguess.
We rolled around, kissing, as I tried to kick the last of his clothing off the edge of the mattress. He grabbed his jeans and drew his wallet out of the backpocket.
“I have fresh condoms,” I whispered. “If that one’s been in your wallet fortoolong…”
“Put it in there today.” He grinned at me. “I had big plansforyou.”
Good lord, the ego on this man. “And what if I said no?” I grabbed his chin and held him. We regarded each other for a long moment. He wore a feral expression, but he didn’t shake off my grasp, even though we both knew hecould.
“Then you would have missed out,” he rasped. “Now shut up and let medemonstrate.”
Maybe I should have been offended. I’d thrown all my principles to the wind tonight. But none of it mattered as he spread his naked body over mine and kissed me again. He had a bossy tongue and questing hands. His erection was a hot brand against mystomach.
I expected such an overconfident man to move things right along, but that’s not what happened. His brand of cocky was the teasing, torturous kind. Thick fingers eased between my legs, sliding over my clit until I was achy and slick. I was close to climaxing. But when I sucked on his tongue, he moaned andsatup.
The crinkle of the condom packet made me sigh with relief. My limbs fell heavily onto the comforter as I waited, anticipating the maincourse.
So what did that bastard do? He leaned over me and took my nipple between his lips, rolling it until I wanted toscream.
“D-Dave,” I tried, my hips writhing on the bed. I reached down his body, seeking myprize.
But he batted my hand away. “No you don’t. Not until I say so.” He switched to my other tit, his mouth burning my tender skin with its pleasanttorture.
Frustrated, I pushed his head offmyboob.
He responded by grabbing my hands and pinning them to the bed. He moved up my body, poised over me, looking down at me from inches away. “Is there aproblemhere?”
“Seriously?”
“Did you forget the rules? On the stairs, I was very clear about who was in chargetonight.”
Iblinked.
“Now when I let go of you, I want you to roll over,” he demanded, not releasing my hands. “On your hands and knees.Gotit?”
My breath came in gasps, but Inodded.
He let go of my hands and I quickly rolled over onto myforearms.
“Up. On allfours.”
“You are such a pain in my ass,” I panted, just to retain myequilibrium.
That’s when the sound of a slap rang out, and my left buttock begin to sting. “That’sa pain inyourass.”
Did he really justspankme? Stunned, I turned my head to lookathim.
He smirked at me, then cupped a hand around his ear. “I still don’t hear you calling a time out. So get over here.” He took my hips in two hands and tugged my body backward. I felt myself slide along the cotton fabric, and the loss of control wasstartling.
His large palm began to rub the skin he’d just spanked. I felt heat and friction and shock wherever he touched. And when he spoke again, his voice was remarkably gentle. “Don’t worry, beautiful. You’ll get whatyouneed.”
I waited, holding myself up on shaking hands. This was already the strangest sexual encounter of my life. Someday when I was old and gray I’d think back to it and wonder,Did that reallyhappen?
Behind me, Dave made an achy, needy sound. I trembled as the blunt head of his cock eased between my legs, teasing me. I held my breath and closed my eyes. And then he finally pushed inside, filling me completely. There was a pause, and then he pushed again, adding even more of himself, even as I quivered and threatened to shatter. I bit down on my lip hard enough to draw blood, but the pain wasn’t sufficient to stave off my first orgasm. I opened my mouth in a silent cry as waves of pleasureovertookme.
I didn’t make a sound, though. There was no need to advertise his poweroverme.
“Damn.” Dave let out a shuddering breath. “Wow.” He knew, that bastard. He pressed a kiss against my shoulder. “You sexy thing. Aren’t you glad you invited meupstairs?”
