The sound of his skin against mine is erotic and dirty, and the actual spank doesn’t hurt at all. There’s this delicious prickle against my skin.
“Good?” he murmurs, his breath hot against my thighs. I’m so close to him that when he breathes, the sensation of hot air then cool breaths sets every little hair on my body on alert.
My skin is deliciously awake, raw, and desperate for sensation. Any sensation. I whimper and obey when he reminds me, “Clit, baby. I want you to play with yourself while I play with you.”
I stroke my clit and gasp as his palm bounces against my backside a second time, then a third.
“I’m not hurting you, am I?” he asks.
“God, no,” I breathe. “But I’m not going to be able to stand much longer, Franco. My legs…”
He gets up off the bench then. “Hands on the bench and bend over. Ass up high.”
I’m quick to move, eager to have his cock inside me. He moves my legs wider apart, and I nearly squeal in surprise when I feel his tongue sweep across my pussy. But the sound is stolen from my throat when he smacks my bottom again. My butt cheek is tender, the skin quivering, but his tongue at my seam and my fingers at my clit are making waves of intoxicating arousal flood my senses.
I can’t think, can’t speak words, can only coo and ooh and moan as his tongue softly invades my core while his hand works its magic against my bottom.
I hear the sound of his pants unzipping and feel him stand behind me, his hard thighs lining up with the back of my legs. “Hold on tight, baby.”
I grip the workout bench for dear life and lift my hips so he can angle his cock between my legs. I’m so wet and so aroused, I see stars behind my eyelids when he thrusts deep.
He slides inside me, dragging his cock in and then out in such slow, agonizingly good strokes that I am begging, whimpering, and shoving my hips at him, desperate for more.
He cups my exposed left breast with one hand, tugging on the nipple that’s already aching and raw. Then he rocks his length inside me, never fully withdrawing, but working his hips so fast that I am overcome with bliss.
I lift up on my toes so he can hit just the right angle, and with a few more pinches at my breast, I’m soaring, flying, screaming his name as a climax fires through my limbs.
Franco starts to come not long after I do, while I’m still bent over the workout bench, my bum in the air, and his hips resting against me.
He roars as he releases, both his hands now on my hips where he can hang on tight while he rides out his pleasure.
He places his mouth next to my ear, his breathing rushed and erratic. “A little something to remember me by while you’re gone.”
I smile to myself, knowing I’d never be able to forget.
17
CHLOE
My eyes flyopen to the sound of pounding on the front door. I turn my head, and Franco’s still fast asleep at my side with a pillow thrown over his head.
I debate for a second on waking him up, but he more than outdid himself with the naked activities the evening before.
It’s probably Lucia. It wouldn’t be the first time she dropped by unannounced.
I grab my oversize sweater, covering my upper body and most of my legs. I can barely see, but somehow I make it to the front door without banging my elbows against the walls.
I don’t look outside first. My mind is too out of sorts from sleeping. Instead, I pull open the door and come face-to-face with someone I don’t know.
I blink, confused, and she does the same. She leans back, staring at me.
“Um,” she mumbles before her eyes do a slow trail down my body. “Who are you?” Her voice is snotty, like somehow I don’t belong at my boyfriend’s house.
“I’m Chloe, Franco’s girl.” The words sound weird and foreign coming out of my mouth. We’ve had the talk, but I’ve never said them to anyone else before, and although it was strange to say, I liked how they sounded.
“His girl?” the woman repeats, her lip curling in disgust. “His girl?”
I nod as I peer over my shoulder and pull my sweater tighter around me, hoping Franco’s not far behind. But he’s not. There’s no motion coming from anywhere. Just me and whoever the woman is who’s currently looking at me like I don’t belong where I am.
