In three purposeful steps, he closes the distance between us and reaches for the knot at my waist.
“No.”I shake my head.“I’m sore.”
His mouth curves, just a fraction.“I think you can survive what I have in mind, wife.”The words are soft, growled, almost playful, and they do dangerous things to my insides.
He backs me against the cool wall beside the dresser.
Then he slides one of his big hands inside my robe, parting the fabric, exposing my breasts to the cooler air.My nipples pebble instantly.
“Touch them.”
“What?”Scandalized, I blink.
“You heard me,” his order is low and uncompromising.“Play with your nipples while I taste you.”
“I…” Heat floods my body as he kneels in front of me.
This time, he loosens the knot completely.“Do as you’re told.”
When I don’t react, he spanks me once between my legs.
Jerking, my shoulders hitting wall behind me, I gasp.
“You’ll do as you’re told, Valentina.”
Burning with shame, I cup my breasts.
“That’s it.Keep going.Play with them.”
Turning my head to one side to escape his gaze, I roll the tight peaks between my fingers the way he had earlier.The sensation arrows straight to my clit, making me gasp.
“That’s my good little girl.”
My pussy is still smarting, but his words send flames shooting through me.
Without hesitation, his mouth finds me.
He digs the fingers of his free hand into my buttocks to give me extra support.Then, using his tongue, he parts my folds, soothing me, licking away the evidence of my renewed arousal.Every pass is deliberate, savoring, and when he circles my clit I moan, fingers tightening on my nipples until the pinch borders on pain.
He sucks gently, then harder, two thick fingers sliding inside me with careful patience.
“Oh…God…” I whisper.
The stretch burns sweetly, and I rock against his face despite myself.
My thighs tremble.
“Give me more.”He hooks one arm behind my knee, lifting it over his shoulder to open me wider, and the new angle lets him go deeper with his tongue.
I’m not sure if I can take it.
Pleasure coils tight and fast, building on the soreness until I cannot tell where one ends and the other begins.
“Pinch harder.”
“I…”
“Do it.”
