I lower her onto her back on the bed.
“Stay still,” I order, my palm pressing lightly against her sternum.
She nods, swallowing hard, her chest rising in shallow bursts beneath my touch.
I trail fingertips along her collarbone, hooking them under the lace strap of her bra.
“Lift,” I command, and she arches her back obediently, granting access to the clasp. The snap of its release echoes like gunfire in the charged silence. I peel the damp fabric away slowly, revealing breasts flushed pink from arousal, nipples pebbled tight.
Her gasp mingles with the rustle of lace as I discard it.
“Look,” I murmur, turning her onto her stomach. My thumb traces the constellation of rose-colored welts blooming across her ass, vivid evidence of my possession. “See what you took for me?”
She glances over her shoulder and shivers as I map the heat radiating from her punished skin, contrasting the pale curves with deliberate strokes.
Kneeling between her thighs, I hook fingers into the waistband of her panties. The black lace is soaked through, clinging to her curves as I drag them down millimeter by torturous millimeter.
Her hips lift instinctively, earning another sharp smack to her inflamed cheek.
“Still,” I growl, relishing her choked whimper.
When the fabric clears her ankles, I spread her legs wide, baring every glistening inch.
“Perfect,” I breathe, admiring the view. The trembling thighs, the swollen redness of her well-spanked ass, the desperate slickness between them.
Her fingers dig into the sheets,knuckles white with restraint as I trace her folds without penetration. “You’re dripping, Jess.Fuckingdripping.”
I turn her over so she’s facing me.
Standing, I make her watch my every fucking move. My belt buckle clinks like a countdown as I undo it, the leather sliding free with agonizing slowness.
Her tongue darts out to wet her lips, a hungry flicker in her gaze as I pop the button of my jeans.
The zipper’s descent is theater... I drag it down just enough to reveal the bulge straining against my briefs, watching her fucking breath catch.
“Eyes here,” I command when her gaze drifts toward her own nakedness. I point at my fucking cock.
Turning my back, I peel off my shirt, my muscles flexing. Over my shoulder, I catch her biting her lip, thighs squeezing together.
“Don’t,” I order.
She relaxes her thighs.
Facing her again, I push my jeans and briefs down my hips.
My cock springs free, fucking free, thick and flushed, ready to fuck the shit out of her. Her sharp inhale is better than applause.
I stroke myself slowly, deliberately, smearing pre-cum over the head while her eyes devour the motion.
Her hand twitches toward her clit... a desperate, involuntary jerk she stifles mid-air.
“I saidfuckingstill,” I remind her, stepping closer until my tip glistens inches from her face. “You want to taste it?”
She nods feverishly, a whine escaping her throat.
I smile. “Later.”
Stepping back, I drag my fucking palms down my chest, over abs tight with restraint.
