“Relax and close your eyes. I’m not going to hurt you. You’ll enjoy this.”
Even in the dim light, it was easy to see her mind ran clockwork-style, dissecting his words and body language. After a long pause, her eyes closed in surrender.
Trust. He savored the emotion, knowing he was blessed to receive such utter confidence from her. With satisfaction flooding him, he moved between her legs. “I’m going to touch you,” he warned. “Lie there and enjoy.”
He used his fingers to acclimate her to his touch before settling down to tease her with his mouth. As he’d expected, the spanking had turned her on a little, even though she might dispute the fact. He licked her again. She tasted tart on his tongue, reminding him of summer fruit. Delicious. He licked the length of her cleft before focusing on her clit. He ran his tongue around the nub, caressing until it swelled and throbbed beneath his touch. A sob came from Laura, and she lifted her hips, seeking more contact.
“Keep still,” he whispered. “Don’t strain for it. Let your orgasm slide over you.”
She hesitated then her butt settled on the mattress. He waited a beat before continuing. Without haste, he gave her the friction she needed. A tremor went through her, letting him know she was close, and he closed his lips over her pulsing nub. He sucked lightly, and she flew apart, limbs jerking. Her moan of enjoyment sounded like a favorite, sweet song. He lapped, gently now, knowing she’d feel more sensitive. She sighed, stroked his face when he moved up the bed.
“Would you like me to—?”
“Maybe in the morning,” he said, even though his cock was a steely length against his thigh. He curled her against him, breathed in the scent of his shower gel, the musk of sex and relaxed, feeling happier than he had in a long time.
Tomorrow might bring challenges, but right now he didn’t care.
