She shook her head, and when she peered at their reflection, she understood what he’d meant. The expression of confusion in her face plus the stiffness of her shoulders must have clued him in. He stood behind her, sexy as sin, but apparently adamant on getting an answer. He rested his hand on her pussy, not moving.
“It’s…pretty intense sometimes when you touch me. That’s what I was thinking about.”
“Good. So we’ll keep working on your sex talk.”
“Don’t give me a challenge. I can’t resist those.”
“I’d be disappointed if you did.”
At last, he scissored her folds with his fingers, causing a ball of heat to travel through her, awakening her every sense. She moaned, loving how he teased her, playing with her, making her even wetter. She touched the side of his leg, his strong, muscular leg, letting her hand rest on his skin. Claiming him as hers.
Mine? She rolled her eyes at the ridiculous idea.
He swatted her ass, and she yelped. “You were thinking again.”
The touch of his hand still tingled her ass. An awareness stirred inside, something new and…good. Her nipples tightened, and she swallowed a lump of confusion. How could anyone…like this type of treatment?
“I want you to be in the moment, Izzy. Won’t work if you’re not with me.”
“Yes, but spanking?”
He lifted her off her feet, spinning her into the same position as earlier. “Don’t pretend you didn’t like it. It’s okay to let someone else be in charge.”
Groaning, he pressed his hand on the small of her back, coaxing her to lower herself farther and lean onto the edge of the tub. He caressed her buttocks, where he’d swatted, kneading her flesh. Lust grew within her, and she undulated her hips, finding it harder to keep still.
He smacked her ass again, this time harder than before, causing a hot sting to spread across her butt.
“I didn’t do anything,” she hissed out, drunk on arousal.
“This is still for not giving me the attention I deserve,” he said, and delivered another swat on her, and this time, her flesh burned immediately. Awareness traveled through her, sizzling her nerve endings. “And for fun,” he said, before swatting her again.
Fuck. What the hell did she get herself into?
He ran his finger down her back, outlining her spine. “You have the sexiest ass,” he said, circling her dimples. “With time, I’ll play with it more.”
Play with it? She sucked in a breath, and he must have sensed her apprehension, for he slid his hands past her ass and closer to her drenching cunt. She melted, and when he thrust two fingers into her, her limbs loosened, and she had to fight not to slide down the tub. “Nassor.”
“What?” he asked, making a circular motion. “Tell me,” he demanded, then stopped moving his fingers inside her.
“Fuck me. Oh God, please.”
“Like this?” He withdrew his fingers, then thrust them hard, adding a third digit.
“Yes, but…I want your cock,” she said, grinding into his hand, eager to take some of the pressure off.
He removed his fingers abruptly, and she parted her lips to speak, but he quickly plunged his cock inside her, so hard a thread of pain traveled through her. She inhaled, her inner walls clinging to him, and he caressed her hair, massaging her scalp, silently soothing her. Or maybe that had been his intent, but to feel his strong hands on her scalp sent thrills down her body.
He growled, finally moving inside her. The discomfort dissipated, and a need for more drove her to rock her hips into him. “That’s my girl,” he said, his accent so pronounced it took her a few seconds to understand him. “Ready for some fucking.”
He pulled her hair, provoking goose bumps all over her skin. She felt another coat of her cream sliding down her folds, helping her welcome his massive dick each time it retreated and returned.
She clenched the edges of the tub as loud moans escaped her. “God. You’re making me so hot.”
He lowered his hands to her shoulders, cupping them, then glided his hands down her waist. “You are, too, baby. You were made for this.” He withdrew his cock and slammed all the way to her hilt. “You were made for me.”
Made for him… The words danced and spiraled in her brain like some old-fashioned waltz. Sweat glistened on her face, her palms, so much so that she almost lost the grip of the tub. Each time he rammed into her, the water around them sloshed out of the tub. She didn’t care.
Her vision dimmed, and she focused on bucking her hips to him, receiving more of his man meat inside her. Soon, the pressure in her core rocketed through her, and she could no longer take it. She contracted for one beat, then, her heart hammering in her ears, she came. Wave after wave of pleasure washed through her, and she welcomed them, each one.
