Page 18 of She Came Upon A Midnight Clear
“Ah, yes, please…”
Her fingers dig in, and she slowly pulls my head back until it rests on her shoulder, and I love the sensation of her gripping my hair so tightly. It hurts a little, but that only adds to the pleasure of it, the sense of really beingheld. Possessed by her. And as she holds me so tightly, her fingers slide over my mound, between the folds of my aching pussy until she finds my clit.
She begins to work it right away, rubbing in tight circles, hitting all the most sensitive spots, and pleasure rises up in me. Very quickly I lose myself in the sensations pouring through my system: her kissing and biting my neck, pulling my hair, her fingers on my needy little clit sending shockwaves through me. And behind me, the hard contours of her naked body pressed up against mine. The knowledge that it’sthem.
Dru.
“Come for me, baby,” she murmurs, a rough edge to her voice that in itself is like another physical touch to me, as if she had one more hand stroking over my hungry flesh.
I want to answer, but all that comes out of my mouth is a ragged, panting breath as she gives my clit a hard pinch. It hurts; it feels fucking amazing. And I fall over that edge, lost in pleasure as my hips arch into her hand, begging for more.
Before my climax has a chance to fade, she lets go of my hair to slip her other hand down my back, then under me so she can fuck me from behind. Her fingers slip inside my pussy—two, maybe three—and she pumps into me, still working my clit. In moments I shatter again, shivering against her, crying out as pleasure roars through me.
“One more time, baby,” she commands.
I don’t even have time to think about it. She curves her fingers to hit my g-spot, and releases my clit to move to my nipple. She twists it, pinches it, and the pain and the pleasure are all one thing. Sensation rises so quickly, taking me with it, andmy head empties out before yet another climax washes over me, my body shaking with the power of it.
As it begins to fade away, my legs are almost too weak to hold me up, and she eases me down onto the bench. She takes the sprayer and aims the water at my shoulders, then my breasts, her hands following, smoothing lightly over my skin, and it feels amazing. Tender. Caring. Lovely. Then she gets down on her knees in front of me, caresses my face and kisses my mouth, then my hands one at a time, making me shiver.
She tilts my chin with her fingers. “How are you doing, baby?”
“Mmm, so good,” I say, then a giggle escapes me. “Sorry…”
“No need to be sorry. You’re just full of all the feel-good brain chemicals. And I haven’t even spanked you yet. But from the way your body responds to pain, I’m pretty sure you’ll enjoy it.”
“So am I,” I tell her. “Can you spank me now, please?”
She smiles, brushes a kiss across my lips. “Since you ask so nicely. Do you think you can stand?”
I nod and get to my feet. “Yes, I can stand.”
“Good girl. Now face the wall and bend over a little, and brace your hands there.”
I do as she says, a strange sensation coming over me. Maybe it’s because of the three mind-blowing orgasms I’ve just had. Or maybe it’s the way she’s commanding me and caring for me all at the same time. All I know is my body is buzzing and my mind is sort of floaty, although I’m very much present, in the moment, hyper-aware of everything: her beautiful body, her voice, her touch as she steadies me. The warm water, the sensuality of the steam floating like clouds around us. The scent of sandalwood from her soap.
She presses her body against my back once more, and kisses the back of my neck, then trails kisses down my spine as onehand comes to rest on my belly, and her other hand sweeps over my ass before she gives it a little smack.
I find myself smiling; I can’t help it. Then she smacks me again, harder this time, and my smile spreads.
“Are we green, Evie?”
“Yes, definitely green.”
She smacks the other cheek, then begins an even cadence, slapping one cheek, then the other. And it’s lighting me up inside, a light that’s pure desire, and something else I vaguely remember feeling when my ex spanked me, except it was never like this. No, now I feel like every smack of her hand on my flesh is stroking between my thighs, and making my heart throb with need and happiness.
She spanks me harder, the sound echoing off the shower walls, and my wet skin makes it really sting in a way that’s entirely new to me. And god, I fucking love it.
I realize I’m moaning, but I can’t seem to stop. Not that I really want to; it all feels too good.
Her mouth is next to my ear when she murmurs, “You still good, darlin’? We can stop any time.”
“Noooo,” I wail, then stop myself when I realize what I’m doing.
She chuckles, a low, soft sound. “You’re doing really well, Evie. I’m so proud of you.”
Her words just fill me up inside. It’s warmth and a kind of joy, along with the sensation itself. My pussy is throbbing, needy. I need to touch her.
“Dru, please,” I gasp.
