“No,” she whispered.
“Then hold still,” he ordered quietly. She bit her lip as he smacked her bottom several more times, his last spanks concentrating on the lower curve of her buttocks. He slapped up on the cheeks slightly, and she had the impression he was watching her flesh quiver from the small blows. The moan she’d been holding in escaped her throat when he suddenly pulled back one buttock.
“Stay still,” he said sharply when she flinched.
She forced herself into immobility despite her uncertainty. The cool evening air brushed across her asshole, but she imagined she could feel the heat of his stare in that intimate place more acutely. She waited, holding her breath.
He groaned roughly, and the next thing she knew, he’d wrapped both his arms around her middle and was pulling her against him. His long legs curled up to bracket hers from the back, and he was bouncing her in his lap.
“Oh God,” she moaned feverishly, because he’d pushed his pants to his thighs. His cock was exposed, and he was bouncing her ass against it. It was a tense, lewd, ridiculously exciting thing to do. Half-wild with arousal, she tried to reach around to grab his cock, but he caught her wrist.
“Fuck me,” she gasped, panting erratically. She ground down with her ass, making it clear what she wanted.
His groan this time sounded like it tore at his throat. He released his restraint on her wrist and put it on her hip, where he used it to circle her ass against his straining erection. “Have you ever done that before?”
“No,” she moaned.
“Are you just offering it because you think I need it? I can come with your hand or your mouth. Just by doing this a minute more,” he muttered bitterly as he jerked her into his lap again as her ass popped his cock and thighs.
“No,” she insisted desperately, looking over her shoulder. “I want it . . . if you do?” she finished the last on a shaky question.
He rolled his eyes, his beleaguered, “you’ve got to be kidding” expression making a laugh jump to her throat. He rolled away from her for a moment, reaching for the bedside table. She realized in his absence that a sheen of sweat covered her body and that things were very sticky between her thighs. He’d brought her to untold raptures since she’d known him, but she’d never before felt this hot. This raunchy. When he rolled back, he held a bottle of lubricant. She strained around to see what he was doing. He was pouring some of the clear liquid onto his fingers. He let the bottle fall to the bed between them and met her stare.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
She nodded, excitement trumping her wariness. By far.
“Then look out at the sea again and try to relax,” he urged. She turned slowly, the image of his hot stare lingering in her mind. He peeled back a buttock and pressed his finger to her ass. It felt blunt and warm and hard against that sensitive flesh. Her eyes sprung wide when he breached her. “Press back against my hand. Gently,” he instructed. His finger slid into her. “There we go,” he said soothingly. She stared blindly out the terrace doors as dusk fell in the hushed quiet while his finger moved in and out of her ass. Her clit began to sizzle again, as if his finger stimulated those nerves as well. He leaned down and spoke near her ear, his gruff voice an illicit caress. “Does your clit burn?” he asked.
“Yes,” she whispered feverishly.
“Then rub it. Make yourself feel good, because you’re so tight and hot, this is going to be heaven for me.”
Panting softly, she did what he said, rubbing her burning clit. He squeezed another finger into her, and she pressed and circled more rigorously. He moved his hand back and forth, finger fucking her, pleasuring her, preparing her. She’d never been this aroused in her life. She craved that dark possession. It seemed as if it was the only thing that would satisfy her, she burned so badly.
“Slow down,” he ordered sharply. She blinked, realizing her fingers were moving faster and more forcefully between her thighs. He withdrew his fingers from her ass. Then he was parting her buttocks and presenting the fleshy, tapered crown of his cock to her asshole. She gasped. He’d obviously spread the lubricant on his cock, but he felt enormous in comparison to his fingers. “You can only come when I’m all the way inside you.”
“Will it work?” she asked in a choked voice.
“It’ll work,” he replied, and from the sound of his voice, she thought he was clenching his teeth. “Just flex into it. It might hurt for a second, but—”
He grunted when she pushed her ass back onto his cock. The thick head penetrated her. She cried out as a sharp pain went through her.
“Stay still,” he ordered, recognizing her cry for what it was, but in an agony of arousal with just the head of his cock clamped like a vice in her warm ass. “Is it better?” he asked after a tense moment.
“Yes,” she said in a small, muffled voice. He cursed silently. He really was an animal to be subjecting her to this when she hadn’t been feeling well. Yet he’d recognized her feverish arousal for what it was. He’d been right. Her unusually sensitive body was even more primed tonight than usual.
Or maybe you’re just telling yourself that to make yourself feel better? a nasty voice in his head taunted.
Her muscles tightened around him, and he grimaced as he tightly bound down the promise of white-hot bliss. “Touch yourself again,” he hissed. “Is the pain really gone?” he asked when she resumed rubbing her clit.
“It doesn’t hurt,” she said.
“Good.” He leaned down and kissed her shoulder. “I’m going to go deeper.”
“Yes.” She faced away from him, but just the sound of her whisper feathered across his hypersensitive skin. His entire body felt prickly with life, his cock like a live, exposed wire. She felt decadently good. It wasn’t going to take much before he was exploding in her, which was a blessing for her. He didn’t want to make her more uncomfortable than she had been before they started making love.
“Then push back again,” he instructed grimly, firming his hold on her hip. He was in her now. There was no going back. No way in hell.