“I’m sorry I threw the pillow at you,” I whispered, throwing my arm over my eyes. I couldn’t look at him yet, not full on.
“I know.” He ran the back of his hand down my arm. “I’m sorry, too. I never should have left you with Jayson. No matter what, I should have taken your ass away from him and hid you away myself.” I looked up at him, studying him more closely, the anger had dissipated. He slid his hand along my jaw, cupping my face before he brought his lips down on me.
It felt like an eternity since I last had him so close to me, but everything righted itself once the warmth of his lips touched mine. I felt nothing other than his hands on me, soothing me, feeling me. He carried a faint scent of pine from his ride through the woods. Shifting his position, his leg draped over both of mine, keeping me trapped as he deepened the kiss. One hand pulled the hem of my dress up over my hips, until he could feel my panties.
He broke off the kiss while his fingers hooked into the elastic of my panties and pulled the thin material away from my now slick pussy. “You still have a punishment coming to you.” His eyes sparkled when he made his decision. “But I don’t think a spanking will do.” He kissed the tip of my nose. One finger circled my clit, around and around he moved his finger, barely touching the swollen nub. I tried to arch up, to get the relief I so desperately needed. “Nope.” He shifted his weight again, pinning my hips down.
“Please. Mason.” I didn’t want to play games, I needed his touch. I needed him to take the ache of him being gone away. To make me forget Jayson’s grimy touch.
“I know what you need, baby.” His lips trailed down my jaw, down my neck, to the buttons of my dress. Skilled fingers never left me, they continued to torment and tease, making my pussy drip with want. He managed to unbutton the dress with one hand and slip the clasp open between my breasts, freeing them from the cups. He took one nipple between his teeth, gently at first, holding it while his tongue flicked across it.
“Mason.” I tugged at his cut. A sharp pain shot through my nipple at the same time he finally pressed down on my clit. Sensations flooded me, mixing perfectly together, pain and pleasure. I gasped, opened my eyes and tried to cry out, but nothing escaped me. Mason released my nipple, dragging his tongue across the now sensitive bud, and grinning when I moaned beneath him.
“Fuck, you’re wet.” He nuzzled my breast while his finger slid lower, then back up again, toying with me. Finally his finger poised at my entrance, one knuckle then a second. Another finger.
“Please!” I bent my legs, planting my feet to help me leverage my hips up.
“Bad girl.” He laughed and removed his hand. Before I could argue, or even pout at the empty feeling he left behind, he flipped me over on to my stomach. The skirt of my dress flew up, and he began spanking me with an open palm. Again and again the flat of his hand landed on the curve of my ass, striking it only to move lower onto my thighs. I tried to wiggle away, but his forearm held me down. “Bad girls get spankings,” he chided, but I could hear the levity in his voice.
After a dozen swats, he stopped, rubbing my heated ass with the hand. Gripping my flesh, squeezing it until I moaned. The spanking ignited a deeper lust in me, and I pulled my knees up, pushing my ass out toward him. “No more games.” I looked over my shoulder.
He moved to kneel behind me, using both hands to roam over my ass. “No. No more games.” He winked, then one hand disappeared beneath me. I felt the tip of his finger brush against my clit and my eyes rolled again. I wanted to punch the pillow, to scream at him to stop the torment, but I knew it would only make him take that much more of his time.
I didn’t hear his pants unbuckled or unzip, but his cock pressing against my entrance told me he had. Gripping the bed, I braced myself for the first thrust, the wonderful power of his him plowing into me. He had other plans.
The swollen head of his cock rubbed up and down my slit, pushing against my pussy, but never entering it. He stroked my clit still, with a gentle touch that began to drive me out of my mind with need. “Mason,” I ground out, but he only chuckled in response.
“See, you still haven’t learned patience.” He pinched my clit then moved his hand, leaving it still wanting and now alone.
Both hands pulled my ass cheeks apart, leaving my body completely exposed to him. Only a month ago, I would have felt my face flush with fire at the idea of him seeing my ass and pussy open to him, now, all I could think about was him filling me with his cock.