Jonesin' For Action(11)

“Questioning my manhood, are you?” For a heart-stopping moment, she thought he was serious. Then he gave her a feral grin, and she knew he was only playing. But oh what a game!

She grasped the counter top as he pulled her panties down. She watched him work his cock free and cover it, or at least she saw his arms move and his gaze lower. It was impossible to see exactly what he was doing, and the almost helplessness turned her on. Without even thinking about it, she jutted her ass out. He rewarded her by grabbing it with both hands. His fingers dug into her flesh.

His gaze met hers in the mirror. “Your ass is perfect. I want to bite it.” Her pussy wept at the admission. Other guys had made her feel wanted and desired, of course, they had. Somehow this guy was different. There was an intensity to the way he looked at her and in his tone of voice that told her she was the only woman in the world worth having. It made her want him with a degree of passion that was new to her and made her eager to please him. She squirmed in his hold.

“Like that idea, do you?” he whispered into her ear.

Her eyes closed and a shiver ran through her. “Hmm,” was all she could say.

“To bad this angle and my leg make that virtually impossible. But I have another idea.” His voice was low, almost soothing. It made what he did next wildly startling.

With the palm of his hand, he smacked one side of her ass. Marissa yelped, and her eyes popped open. He smiled like a hungry wolf back at her. He did it again as they stared at each other. Another cry ripped from her throat. Her body jumped and quivered in his grasp. She didn’t tell him to stop, though. He was waiting for it, gave her time to say it before he did it again, this time on the other side of her butt. And still she didn’t stop him. This was a new experience, and if she’d been asked, she’d have said, no, she didn’t like being spanked.

She would have been wrong, dead wrong. Her clit throbbed at the stinging sensation infusing her bottom. Far from dampening her passion, it ratcheted it up. Her pussy ached and clenched in desperate need of a cock to fill it. Closing her eyes, she concentrated on the feeling of the next smack. She moaned and gnawed her lower lip between her teeth. Her breath came out in staccato cries as he continued the assault. Soon she was gasping and pleading, although for what she didn’t really know.

Aidan did.

He stopped the spanking abruptly, and as he ran his thumb around her ass cheeks, his fingers dug into her hips and pulled her to him. He thrust his cock deep inside her pussy and set a punishing pace. His skin and shorts rasped against her tender flesh, but that only increased her pleasure, pushing her higher to the peak of her climax. Not high enough, however. She was near the edge, yet couldn’t quite get to it. She pushed against him and yowled in frustration like an animal.

He understood. Releasing her hip with one hand, he reached around to slide his fingers between her folds. He captured her clit between them and rubbed the swollen nub at the same fast pace of his thrusting. The orgasm ripped through her. She screamed and pounded her palm against the sink as her body bucked wildly between hard counter and hard man. He roared into her echo and latched his mouth and teeth onto her shoulder. His body jerked into hers, trapping her against his hot skin. He didn’t let her go until they both stopped moving.

He placed a gentle kiss on the same spot he had bitten. “Sorry to interrupt your shower,” he said with a still-breathless voice. “I’ll go make the eggs.” He pulled out of her and staggered over to the toilet. Marissa stepped to the shower on shaky legs. She turned when he called her name. “I was wrong before when I said your ass was perfect. But it is now,” he added with a wink.

Looking over her shoulder, she smiled as she realized what he meant. Her ass was now rosy pink.

****

Although Marissa tried to hide the wince when she sat gingerly on the stool, Aidan still caught it and grimaced in sympathy and guilt. Holy fuck, what had he been thinking? Spanking was one of those things that you maybe, maybe tried with a long-standing girlfriend, not someone you barely knew. He was damn lucky she hadn’t run screaming out of the bathroom after the first smack to dial 911. A small woman like her had to be leery of the physical power of men. She hadn’t, though. She had not only let him continue, but had seemed to honestly enjoy it. Still, guilt poked at him.

“Are you okay?” he asked.

They were sitting side by side at the counter. She turned to look at him and gave him a sly smile that dimmed as she squinted to look deeply into his eyes. “I’m trying to think of something clever to say but you look worried.”

“I am worried,” he admitted and cleared his throat in embarrassment. “I got a little rough in there. You barely know me, and I want to make sure I didn’t scare you or get too aggressive. I didn’t mean to hurt you.”