Page 86 of My Turkish Fling
“Something like that,” I giggled breathlessly.
“And then what? Did I teach you a lesson?”
There was a smile in his voice, thick with arousal. I could hardly trust myself to speak, that fire coursing through me. I just needed him to touch me. Take me.
“I think we had the same fantasy,” he said, delivering a sharp slap on one butt cheek.
The powerful jolt travelled all the way to my crotch, rendering me speechless. I felt him pressing into me and bucked my ass against his hard-on. “Really?” I gasped.
I needed him to keep talking.
He pressed himself against my back, slipping his hands around my hips. His voice was a gravelly whisper against my neck. “It took all my willpower to stand back. But since you told me off for acting jealous, I didn’t want to repeat the same mistake.”
Nervous laughter escaped my mouth. I was glad he couldn’t see my hot face. “Is it okay that I hate that behavior but also findit hot?”
“You want me to act civilized in public and spank you in private?”
“Yes, please.”
“No problem,” he hissed into my ear, hiking up my skirt.
My stomach tightened in anticipation of another slap, slightly harder this time. The sharp sensation tingled through me, all the way to my soaking wet underwear. I gasped.
“Too much?”
“Just what I deserve.”
“Well, you were quite naughty,” he said darkly, delivering another slap.
“I was.”
“God, this ass…”
His fingers found their way to where I needed them, slipping between the soaked fabric and flesh. I moved against his hand, desperate for more. I felt his erection between my butt cheeks, hard and hot under the fabric.
“Take off your pants,” I ordered.
“So bossy,” he grumbled.
He continued working between my shaking legs, pressing me against the couch, and I had no choice but to go along for the ride. It felt too good, too overwhelming. All thoughts vanished and his fingers picked up speed, circling and moving in perfect sync with the involuntary dance my hips seemed to be doing. I felt the erection nuzzled deeper between my butt cheeks, lifting my heels off the floor as he added more pressure. I couldn’t stand it anymore.
With vivid images of his smile, I came apart against his hand, my fingers curling against the smooth velvet of the couch cushions. A wave after wave coursed through me. I felt the joy and the sadness, the searing clarity of how much I’d miss him.
Pushing down the welling in my chest, still pulsating, my legs too weak for standing, I turned around. “Now you take those pants off.”
He smiled, and that smile still tugged inside me, just like the first time. I’d never get tired of it, even if we had all the time in the world.
Eyes hooded, lips ajar, he dropped the pants in seconds and produced a condom from somewhere. My poor skirt puckered around my waist, I hopped on the edge of the couch, spreading my legs. I felt the emptiness inside me, muscles contracting moments before he filled me, emptying my lungs.
Locking eyes with me, he subtly raised his brows. I gave a small nod and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him in deeper. The edge of the couch wasn’t as soft as I’d hoped, but I settled in, embracing the discomfort. This way, I was tall enough to take him, all of him, standing up. I watched his eyes roll up as his hips moved faster. His hands cupped my ass, keeping me in balance, sinking into my flesh with such force I fully expected bruises. But I didn’t want him to stop. I needed him out of control.
I wasn’t prepared for the fresh cascade of pleasure from the way he filled me, my body vibrating on a higher frequency.
Yes, I thought. Invade me. I didn’t want to be independent. I didn’t want to be alone.
I felt his release erupting deep inside of me and that unstoppablesensation reached its crescendo, sending me over the edge.
We held on for a long time, neither of us willing to let go. His forehead rested against mine, hot gusts of breath meeting in the middle. He was still inside me, holding still and hard. “Was that what you had in mind?” he asked.
