Fever (Breathless #2)(105)

She went soft under his touch, her entire body going lax as her sigh of contentment filled his ears. She turned and looked at him again, her gaze so sweet and loving that his heart clenched.

He leaned down and kissed the dimple just above the crease of her ass. “Be right back, love.”

He fetched the thin paddle from his closet and took his time walking back across the room to the bed, savoring the sight of her on hands and knees, ass perched enticingly in the air as she waited for him. He caressed one ass cheek and then stroked over the other until she arched into his touch and quivered beneath his fingers.

“Give me your pain. Give me your pleasure,” he growled. “I want it all, Bethany. Every sound. Every reaction. I want all of you.”

He snapped the paddle across her ass and she flinched, emitting a gasp of surprise. He smiled. It wasn’t a sound of pain. It was a sound of discovery. Experiencing something new.

He popped again, a little harder this time, and then inflicted one on the other cheek. A red, rosy glow shimmered, turning the skin pink. The contrast between the pale areas he hadn’t yet touched and the spots he’d struck was enticing. He couldn’t wait to redden her entire ass.

But he paced himself, wanting them both to experience ultimate pleasure from the moment.

“Ten,” he whispered. “I’m giving you ten. This is new for you, baby. I don’t want to overwhelm you. Just give you a taste. Count them out for me. Start at one now.”

He cracked the wood over the fleshiest part of her ass, satisfaction gripping him when the red immediately popped.

“One.”

It came out as a moan that made his balls ache.

“Two,” she whispered.

He made himself slow when he realized how quickly he’d administered the third, fourth, fifth and sixth blows. She tensed in anticipation, waiting for the seventh, but he smoothed his hand over her reddened ass, petting and soothing.

“Please,” she begged.

He gave her what she asked for. Seven. Eight. Nine and then ten, featherlight, much softer than the others. She sagged downward and then she turned her face, gazing at him with drunk, drowsy eyes that were now intoxicated with far more than alcohol. She was high on lust and the haze brought on by that edgy line between pain and pleasure. She’d slipped beyond the here and now and he wanted to bring her back down just so he could work her up in an entirely different manner this time.

“Turn over, baby.”

He held his hands out to guide her as she unsteadily turned, falling onto her back, a dreamy smile curving her luscious mouth.

“Gonna have to be bad more often,” she purred. “Had fun and then got to come home to you. Best night ever.”

His heart went soft and he leaned down to gather her in his arms, wanting to hold her before he did anything else.

“You’ll always come home to me.”

“Yeah,” she said in contentment.

“Love hearing you say that, baby.”

She smiled and reached up to brush his hair from his forehead. Then she tipped her mouth up for his kiss and he took the silent invitation, feasting greedily on her lips. Tasting her. Making love to her mouth just like he was going to feast on her pu**y.

“You sobering up yet?”

She shook her head, opening her eyes so he could see they were still fuzzy with the remnants of alcohol and the haze of pleasure. There wasn’t a better look on a woman. Drunk on pleasure. Dreamy. Looking at him like he was the only man in her world. Like there’d never been another.

“Going to eat that pu**y now,” he growled against her mouth.

“Oh.”

Her excited gasp escaped into his mouth and he swallowed it up, inhaling her deep into his lungs, savoring her there at the very heart of him.

“Prop those sexy heels up on the bed and grab your knees and hold on. Spread yourself and don’t move your hands. Open yourself for me, baby. I’m feeling greedy tonight and I want you to come all over my tongue.”

She arched her body and awkwardly propped her feet on the bed, digging the spiked heels into the mattress. Hell, she’d probably put holes in it but he didn’t give a f**k. He’d buy a new bed tomorrow. The fantasy of f**king her in those heels like she’d wanted so badly was worth the cost of a new mattress. Later he wanted to have her hold the heels of the shoes all spread out while he f**ked her ass. Oh yeah, definitely worth whatever damage they did to the bed.

Her hands cupped her knees and she shyly spread her thighs, pushing her legs outward until her pu**y lips opened, baring her glistening flesh. The contrast of the dark curls and the puffy pink flesh, moist with her juices, made his mouth water. He knelt on the floor so his head was at a perfect angle and he moved in, dying to f**k her with his tongue.

The moment he licked her, she bucked upward and cried out his name.

“Hands, baby,” he commanded. “Keep your hands on your knees and keep yourself spread for me.”

She opened farther for him and he took a long, leisurely swipe with his tongue from her entrance up to her clit, where he toyed and teased, running a lazy circle around the taut nub before flicking it over and over with the tip of his tongue.

She squirmed and fidgeted, but she kept her hands on her knees and she kept her thighs splayed wide.

She got wetter as he ate her, grazing his teeth ever so lightly back down to her opening. He tongue-f*cked her, pushing in, licking from the inside out, sucking in her taste and the sweetness of her arousal.