‘Christ, you feel like silk. I want to lick every part of this. Lap you all up.’ The latter comes out as a growl, and as I slip my finger inside, she lets out the most glorious sound, somewhere between a moan and a breath; a taut, needful sound. ‘You like the sound of that. You’d like me to fuck you with my tongue, wouldn’t you?’
‘Rory,’ she gasps, her forehead coming to rest against mine. Her breath is sweet and warm against my face as she says, ‘As much as I love your dirty mouth, please stop talking and just fuck me.’
She stumbles and I catch her by the elbows as I hastily stand.
‘Bossy. I like it,’ I say, sliding a hand behind my neck to pull off my shirt.
My smile is as wide as my eagerness right now. Shirt abandoned to the floor somewhere, her eyes are greedy on my ink. At least, until I drop to my knees and push my thumbs into the elastic waistband by her hips. Her eyes turn heavenward as I peel the band slowly; placing gentle kisses against her skin.
‘No, I don’t ever think of fucking you in the hallway, or recall the taste of your sweet cunt.’
She shivers and lets out a little moan; it’s a dirty word they all secretly love. Still, I shouldn’t overdo it; no good letting her know all the things I want to do to her, hence the tightening of my lips against her hip.
‘Tell me more.’ Her hands push into my hair, pulling the ends. My mouth comes away from her skin with a slight pop and I’m gratified to see a mark. ‘Tell me it’s not just me.’
‘Those fucking tights.’ I shake my head ruefully. My thumbs still under the waistband, I run them around to her back, pulling both leggings and knickers under her cheeks. ‘This arse. What I could do to this arse,’ I say, running my fingers against the crease. Parting her cheeks, her muscles tense.
‘M—more than last time?’
I raise my head slowly. ‘You mean when I covered you in spunk?’ She rolls one corner of her lips inwards, though it doesn’t stop the sound.
‘Titch, what did I tell you last time about those noises?’ The noises that make my cock twitch and my balls heat.
Her lashes almost caress her cheeks as she blinks slowly. ‘But I... didn’t say anything.’
‘If you want to hear more, you’vegotto stop interrupting.’
‘Stop interrupting or...’
‘Or else I’ve got a really good plan for your arse.’ My eyes fall to her leggings, more specifically, to the softVbetween her legs. ‘Now, where was I?’ I say, trailing one hand up her side as I lick the skin just above her pubic bone, reaching up to simultaneously give her nipple a soft tweak.
‘Oh!’
‘You’ve done it now.’ It’s impossible to keep the smile from my voice as I spin her from the waist, pushing her forwards into the soft down of the mattress. Quicker than you can sayspunk monkey, I’m up on my feet and pulling off her wellies and dropping them to the floor.And a pair of cashmere socks.Whipping the leggings down and off her legs, I press my body over hers.
‘Has anyone ever spanked you, Fin?’One of my tamer choices for this pert derrière.I brush the hair from her face as she twists her head over her shoulder, her objections stilling under the subtle pressure of my groin against her spine.
‘No?’ she replies a little breathlessly, her alarm melting into the mattress.
Could this be any more perfect right now?
‘You don’t sound so sure.’
‘N—no. I’ve never been spanked.’
‘There’s a first time for everything,’ I say, trying not to sound too excited as my hands take stock of her hips, pulling them up from the bed. ‘I think you’ll enjoy it. I know I will.’
The first slap is just to get her attention, her whole body jolting in my hands.
The second, on the opposite cheek, carries a little more force and she gasps, her left cheek becoming a little pinker than the right. I raise my hand again, hesitating this time—a pause just to be sure.Is she into this?As she pushes backwards, arching her spine, I have my answer and bring my hand down again.
‘Rory,fuck!’
Again and again; sharp taps and sharper stings, not so much that she’s sore, just mewling and flushed a glorious pink. Arms are stretched out above her head, the duvet is balled in her fists, but just as I think we’re almost done here, I notice the pale slice of skin where her wedding band once lived. I try to ignore it. And fail, raining down my hand once again.
By about a dozen smacks, she’s wet. So wet her enjoyment begins to coat her thighs. I point it out to her as I run my fingers across her slick pink ribbon of flesh, whispering that she should touch herself while I watch. I grab a couple of condoms from my wallet and strip off the rest of my clothes, because when this fuck is over, we’re going nowhere.
The sight of her fingers working frantically between her legs is fucking epic and I almost forget why I’m standing here in nothing but latex and my birthday suit. Rousing myself, I place one knee on the bed, spreading hers wider, and as I press the head of my cock against her, she gasps.
