“How rough, exactly.”
“Dunno. Just see, touch me, fuck me.” Her eyes were bright with passion.
“You like biting.” I nipped the meaty part of her breast.
“Oh, please. Bite me, anywhere.”
I skimmed up her body until I nuzzled her neck. “Can I smack your fine ass?”
The woman’s boundaries were as generous as she was. I planned to push them, but I didn’t want to go too far tonight. I bit the side of her neck and plucked her nipples. Arching into me, she nodded her agreement.
“But where’s the line, Red?” I nibbled her ear lobe. “I ached to twist my hands in your hair, tugging it, when you fucked me so perfectly with this mouth.” I bit her lip and pulled her hair.
She whimpered into my mouth, reaching down until she squeezed my cock in a steady rhythm.
“It all feels good. But I need more, now.” Her fierce response surprised me as much as it lit a fire deep inside me.
“On the floor,” I commanded. “Ass up.”
Chapter Seven: Lila
I hurried to do as he said. I pulsed with sexual need, and if he didn’t fix my problem soon, I’d go crazy. I liked how he played with me, asking me questions. No one had ever asked what I wanted, let alone encouraged me to explore my dark side.
I glanced up at him. Hard. He looked carved from granite, and the sculptor had been very generous.
“Perfect, Red.” His smooth voice comforted me.
Whack! His hand connected with my ass. A sting burned, hurting more than I’d imagined. This was the first time I’d been hit for pleasure. It was something that used to scare me, but for a while now I’d wanted to see if it’d freak me out or turn me on.
I had my answer. It stoked me up in a new way that I loved.
Then smack again, and both cheeks burned.
I bent to my elbows to better rub my breasts. Need thrummed in time with my aching ass.
“Your perfect ass is beautiful with a red glow. Do you like it?”
“Again.”
He smacked my left cheek, then once more before his cock pushed through the folds of my pussy all the way forward until his apa scraped my clit. My body sung with the dual sensations, making a much fuller song than I’d ever experienced. I pinched my nipples and bounced back into him. My world narrowed where I teetered when one final stroke pushed me over and I shouted my release.
“How do you need it, Red?” His harsh words broke through the haze.
“Fuck me hard and fast,” I panted, rocking into him to feel another taste of heaven.
“Damn.” He breathed the word out and leaned back.
“No,” I moaned.
A smack harder than the last stole my breath. He thrust into me. The balls of his apa teased the top and bottom walls of my pussy. Divine. Glorious. Every man should have one of those.
I spoke words and mewled, moving to meet him. Our flesh slapped together, and the explosion built. My world lost definition, and moving on instinct I smashed my ass back against him and threw my head wide. Emotion and sensation swirled together until the physical pleasure swamped me.
“Dare.” I screamed his name as the first shudder overtook me. Breath ragged and sweat on my brow, I leaned down on forearms to allow him a little deeper. My pussy pulsed around his cock and then his balls tightened.
He shouted his release, still pumping into me while he pulled my hips to meet him.
Liquid heat. Light. Color. Satisfaction washed through me as I lay panting on the floor.
He surpassed my wildest fantasy.
He moved his weight from me and rolled to the side. “Helluva ride, Red.” He bent and kissed my forehead.
“Yeah, you rocked my world too.” I rolled over on my side toward him. My fingers played in his chest hair and he covered my hand with his.
I hated getting up, but I had to pee, and no pleas to my bladder worked. Leaning forward, I kissed his chin before I hurried to the bathroom. Thankfully it was off the kitchen, away from him.
After finishing my business, I washed my hands and splashed my heated face. I grabbed a glass of water and headed back to the bedroom.
“You are beautiful.” With his arm behind his head, Dare lay in the bed, condom gone, probably in my corner trash can. Messy hair and handsome face, he was definitely a dream come true.
“Thanks.” I scooted over next to him, awkwardly holding the glass. “Drink?”
“Yeah.” He took it and drained it. “We worked up a sweat.”
I cuddled into his chest. His fingers played with my hair, gliding through it in sinfully relaxing swirls. I sighed and pressed closer, enjoying the easy way he lay with me. He challenged me in a way no one ever had, almost like he knew more about me than I knew about myself.
Was that why I’d started fantasizing about things I’d always considered taboo? Like spanking, and so much more.