When his hand came down on her ass, she let out a cry of exultation.“Yes!”
As she absorbed the sting, her juices dampened her seam.
“Are you going to be a good girl now?”
She grunted.
“That’s not an answer.”
“Do I want to be good?”
His chuckle was laced with velvety threats.“I see what you’re doing, you know.You liked that little slap, and now you want another one.My dirty girl might have to wait.”
She fisted the sheets, determined to play it cool, even though she knew she was already at a loss here.
Nick saw through her, far too easily at times.How had he known she would appreciate some rough play?Was it that obvious?He was so in tune with her body.
Then again, maybe he just wanted to get her back for daring to suggest they have a strictly sexual fling.
“You have such a juicy ass.”He palmed one of the globes, toying with the elastic of her panties.With aching slowness, he traced the lines.“I’m been dreaming about doing this.From the moment I had you under my roof, I wanted to explore your body.Every freckle, every mole, every goddamn pore.I want to see it all.”
“Nick, please.”
But he didn’t show her mercy.He just kept tracing the line of her panties, up to her hips and over each butt cheek, never touching her where she wanted.It might have been minutes since he’d started caressing her, but it felt more like hours.He seemed determined to torture her.
What about her benefits?She wanted her darn benefits.
Just as she thought she might die of deprivation, he eased the top of her panties down.Little by little, he drew them over her ass, exposing only a centimeter of skin at a time.
“Did you know you have three little freckles on your right cheek?”
“No.I can’t exactly see them.”
“I can.”He continued to tug at her panties until he had exposed three-quarters of her cheeks.He tweaked her flesh.“Right here.Three of them.If you drew a line between them, they’d make a triangle.”
“Equilateral or isosceles?”
“More scalene, I’d say.If you connected them, the sides would all be different lengths.”
As she pondered their strange sexual math lesson, he adjusted her panties so that they hung just above the tops of her thighs.Her entire ass was exposed now.Her underwear might as well not even be there at all, for all the coverage it currently gave her.
“Are you going to finally take them off?”she asked.
“Not yet.There’s something very sexy about this picture.You, over my knee, your panties practically hanging off your body.I need to memorize this image.”
He continued to play with her behind, kneading and plumping.It would be so easy for him to slip a finger between her legs and give her satisfaction, but he seemed insistent on delaying her orgasm.
Claire knew it would only come harder when he eventually took pity on her.
Over and over, he massaged her skin.If it had been any other part of her body, she might even have relaxed.But because his hand kept dipping so close to her core, she remained on guard.Her wetness must be all over his shorts now.She could feel it between her thighs.
“Do you want me to beg?”
“You want me to touch your pussy, Claire?”
“Yes.”
One finger came perilously close.“This pretty pussy?”
