I waddle to get in position, anxious not to trip with my shorts around my ankles. I watch as he unzips his khakis, pulls out his cock, and strokes it a few times.
My mouth waters a little, watching him.
“Tell me. How firm is your no spanking rule?” he asks.
My heart rate kicks up a notch. “I guess I never thought about it.”
“Would you be willing to try?” His voice is gruff but his expression is gentle.
“Yes,” I whisper. “With you, I’ll try anything.”
“Good. Because your lack of concern about your safety is making me crazy.”
I can tell by the glint in his eyes he’s teasing but I still tense when he moves behind me.
“Don’t,” he whispers, leaning over me, his erection brushing against my backside. “I’ll never hurt you, Allora.”
“I know.”
Well, I think I do. I mean, I know he won’t hurt me on purpose but he’s so big and his hands—smack!
Oh. The sensation of the flat of his hand on my bare behind is actually kind of nice. There’s a sting but the warmth as he rubs his palm over it afterward is…nice. Sexy. Fun.
How have I never tried this before?
Because no one else was Landon.
Because no one else was…mine.
Then he does it again, on the other side. Not too hard, not too soft. Just enough to make me…excited. My core clenches with need every time he smacks me and I actually cry out when he stops.
“You liked that, didn’t you, baby?” His body is pressed against mine, lips against my ear.
My voice is soft and breathy, filled with need. “Landon…please!”
“Please what?”
“I need more!”
He chuckles. “Patience, baby.”
I whimper with frustration when he pulls away but then realize he’s kneeling behind me.
“You were so good about letting me spank you, now you’ll get a reward.” His lips trail the curve of my ass, hands kneading my hips and thighs, breath warm against my skin. Goosebumps break out as he continues to taunt me with his hands and mouth and I arch into his touch.
Lips glide over my sensitive skin, nibbling gently, sucking and kissing, and then?—
Jesus, that feels good.
His mouth on me…there. Everywhere. No one’s ever done this before. Not including my ass. But he’s not done. Lips slide down my crack until he reaches my vagina and I whimper when he presses his tongue into me.
My fingers dig into the fabric of the couch, holding on for dear life as he licks and kisses some more. He’s gentle and demanding at the same time, and my body—hell, all of me—reacts to that in ways I didn’t anticipate. I’m so focused on these new sensations I don’t hear the footsteps until they close.
“Grim? You up here?”
“Give us a minute.” His voice is steady. Calm. Like he’s not eating me into oblivion. “We’re trying to talk.”
The only conversation going on here is between his mouth and my vagina.
