“Oh shit,” she whispered as I flashed a smile she couldn’t see. My fingers pulled down her panties, leaving them around her thighs so that she couldn’t spread her legs fully. I let out a low growl, wanting to bury my tongue in her cunt but deciding to continue to play with her, loving how soaked she was. My fingers continued their pattern as her fingers gripped the pillows, looking back at me with frustration.
She didn’t even know half of it.
“I’ll make you come, Dahlia,” I promised. I leaned over, pressing my hard length against her center. “But only when I say so. We are going to do this my way. Understand?”
“Yes,” she moaned as I pulled back and slid two fingers inside of her, causing her to cry out my name into the pillow. I pumped in and out of her as she squeezed around me, causing me to nearly come at the idea of my cock being lodged inside of her.
I could feel her climax building, so I pulled out, smiling at her sound of protest as she looked back at me with a sexy little pout. “Linc, come on—”
My hand came across her ass hard enough that she jolted forward, but the moan that left her lips had me seriously considering if I could marry this woman right here and now.
It was one thing for her to find the darker parts of our life attractive, but I fucking swear, if I found out Dahlia didn’t mind a bit of pain at my hands, I would lose it.
“Did you think I was about to let you come, Dahlia?” I nipped her ear as I slid my fingers back in, causing her to let out a sound of relief as she pressed herself further against me.
“Maybe,” she whimpered as I used my other hand to fist her hair without warning, pulling it back just hard enough that I knew it would sting. Her small cry was filled with heat, pain, and a bit of surprise as I leaned forward to nip the shell of her ear.
“No,” I chuckled softly, the sound sounding dangerous to even me. I continued to pump into her before stopping and pulling out, her protest smaller this time. I still slapped her ass hard enough that I knew it stung, her legs attempting to slide further apart. She wanted more, and fuck did I want to give her more.
“Do you like a little pain?” I asked, my voice rough as she offered me a look over her shoulder that had me nearly slamming into her. Her lips were parted and pupils blown as she looked at me as if I could solve her frustration.
I could. But I also wasn’t done.
“Do you?” I tightened my grip on her hair as she whimpered, her pussy drenched against my fingers as I circled her clit and caused her to tremble.
“Yes!” She exhaled as I pumped my fingers back into her.
I knew she was getting closer. Damn it, this woman was so responsive.
“Good girl,” I praised, my voice raspy with need. I increased my speed, and when I could feel her getting even closer, I let go of her hair and brought my hand across her ass, harder than before. She flew apart as I watched with a sense of fucking awe. She cried out my name, and the sound was enough that precum leaked from my cock, making me want to take it out and come on her tight little cunt, wanting to mark her.
No, I didn’t trust myself to do that.
Instead I drew my fingers out and popped them in my mouth as she collapsed onto the bed, letting out a small moan. I rolled her over and kneeled above her, looking down at the fucking goddess that I somehow got to worship in this lifetime.
Her hair was messy and tangled, eyes closed and face flushed. My eyes trailed over her pushed-up skirt where my fingers were now circling her wet heat in a gentle, almost teasing way, her body trembling at the oversensizitation as a flush covered her bare breasts, her bra twisted and practically ripped.
Fucking hell. The woman was perfect.
“That,” she exhaled and opened her eyes, “What the heck was that? That was amazing, Linc.”
I loved this woman. I seared my lips to hers as I cupped her jaw and realized that loving my best friend was possibly the best thing that had ever happened to me. I loved how comfortable she was around me and how she had me practically laughing one moment and wanting to bend her over my knee and spank her the next. It was fucking perfection.
I pulled back and let out a small rumble. “That was what I wanted to do every single damn time that you wore a skirt to class.”
“I wouldn’t have minded.” She flashed a smile and squirmed, a small whimper breaking from her throat.
“Stings?” I asked, referring to her perfect ass, and her eyes flared with heat.
“I like it,” she admitted softly. “Every time it hurts I’m going to be thinking about what we did.”
That was it.
That was fucking it.
I turned towards the door as Dahlia tugged me back down, her smile knowing.
“What are you doing?”