“Is that all you’ve got?” she taunted. “Come on. You can do better than that.”
I spanked her again, harder. Her skin was turning red, so I switched to her other cheek to even things out. “I’m going to have to teach you some manners.”
“And this is how you plan to do—Ah!— it?”
“Don’t worry, angel. This is the fastest way to get my lessons through to you.”
Vivian gripped the fabric of my pants, body trembling. She was tense all over. I stopped immediately to check on her, afraid I’d pushed her too far and she failed to tell me.
“Are you alright?” I asked, dropping the game momentarily.
“Yes, I’m just…”
“Do you need a break?”
“N-no, that’s not it.” She looked up at me, wide-eyes beautiful and full of want. “I’m really close to coming again. Please don’t stop.”
My cock throbbed painfully at the realization that she was getting off to this, and I wanted her to finish. I growled, hungry to make her mine, but only after I gave her exactly what she was looking for. I adjusted my grip on her so that I could use my other hand. I reached between her legs and found her sweet spot, then circled it with my finger. I used my left hand and spanked her once, twice, three times, each with good follow-through.
“My little angel wants to come again?” I asked. “Should have known you liked it rough. You’ve got that look about you. So sweet and cute on the outside, but deep down, you’re just a naughty little girl.”
Vivian moaned loudly, trembling violently as orgasm ripped through her. After a few moments, she went lax against me. I made sure to rub her gently, soothing her reddening skin.
“Beautiful,” I murmured softly. “There you go. Just breathe.”
“Oh,wow,” she sighed contently. “I’ve never done that before.”
“Never?”
“I’ve never trusted anyone enough to do it.”
A smile stretched across my lips. “I’m glad to know you trust me.”
Vivian sat up and straddled my lap, circling my neck with her arms. She kissed me slowly. “Now it’s your turn.”
I shook my head. “You don’t have to do anything, Vivian.”
She frowned, appearing rather put out. “What?”
“You don’t have to feel obligated to sleep with me. I just wanted to make you feel good.”
“Has it ever occurred to you that maybe I want to makeyoufeel good, too?”
I was entirely prepared to stop things there. I’d let things between us go far enough. Vivian owed me nothing. As much as I wanted her, I still couldn’t shake the baggage I carried with me. I was worried about what might be lying in wait for Vivian and me if we crossed this bridge together. Not to mention the fact that she used to date my son; what would Wally think if he knew about this?
“I don’t want you to do anything you’ll regret,” I told her. “If we do this, there’s no going back.”
She pressed her fingers to my lips. “I want to, Jesse. I want this. But it sounds like you’re the one who doesn’t want to do anythingyou’llregret.”
I shook my head. “It could complicate things.”
“Then we’ll figure it out.” Vivian kissed the corner of my mouth. “Please, sir. I need to feel you inside me.”
I took a deep breath in through the nose, drinking in the scent of vanilla. I couldn’t take the throbbing in my pants any longer. Screw the future, screw the past. I had to have her.
Our lips slotted into place, kisses no longer as hasty as before. We could take our time.
Vivian made quick work of the buttons on my shirt, popping them off one by one before practically tearing the fabric off me. She dragged her hands over my chest, my abs, tracing the lines of my muscle with her fingers. She stopped every now and then to avoid a bruise, pressing the softest of kisses to the purpling skin.