One More Night(7)

That wicked grin spread across her face with his words. She skimmed his pants down to his knees, unbuttoned his shirt and spread her palms over his chest as she stood between his legs. Electricity shot through him; she alone could do this to him. She was the only one who had the control panel to his body, who knew which dials to turn and how far. She pressed his nipples between each thumb and forefinger, squeezing hard. He nearly growled in response, his eyes momentarily drifting shut.

“I’m so tempted to sign things without you around,” she teased, as she licked his chest, returning to their role-playing.

He stopped her hands, moving them behind her back. “I see you’re already trying to get in trouble with your attorney. I warned you what would happen.”

She shivered. “I’m ready to take my spanking.”

“But this time it’s going to be different, Julia. I’m not going to use my hand,” he said, as he removed her necklace. Gripping the necklace carefully in his hand, he left a small loop hanging down, then quickly swatted her backside with the pearls.

“Oh!” she gasped.

“I’m not sure I was clear the first time. You might need to hear it again.”

“Oh yes. I think I might, to fully understand the impact of what you’re saying,” she said.

“Good. Because I need you to listen to me.” He lightly spanked her marvelous bottom with the pearls and she bit her lip, an absolutely delicious image of her trying to rein in the pleasure that was likely roaring through her body. If the way she felt matched him, then her veins were a raging fire. He smacked her one more time, causing her to wriggle against him. Maybe even an inferno, because that was what he felt as he witnessed the pleasure contorting her features when he spanked her with the necklace. The reaction drove him wild with desire, so he swatted her one more time, and she cried out.

“Now, straddle me, so I can see what other tricks I can perform with these pearls.”

* * *

She lowered herself across his thighs, her legs spread wide open, the skirt of her dress hiked up to her hips, her pussy exposed and aching. And he knew it. He knew she was squirming for him.

“Tricks? You’re a magician now?” she said in her playfully taunting tone as she positioned herself on him.

“You tell me if it’s magic when I make you come with these pearls. Close your eyes, Julia,” he said, his voice deep and rumbly, sending hot shivers across her skin. The little hairs on her arms rose as the world around her disappeared. They were flying high, shooting across the country, maybe over Pennsylvania, maybe Ohio. Who knew? Who cared? They were tangoing with the sky, traveling in a silver bullet of bliss as he teased her flesh with the necklace. The sensation from the rope of pearls now gliding across her chest sent tingles over her skin. She felt his strong hands somehow wrap the pearls in a figure eight around her breasts. He tightened the strand, and she yelped in surprise, in pleasure, in the strangely thrilling sensation of having her breasts squeezed by pearls.

“Does that ouch mean more please?” he asked, low and husky in her ear.

“So. Much. More,” she answered.

“Good,” he said, his breath ghosting hot over her throat as he shifted the beads again, letting them fall between her breasts. He trailed them against her belly, then dropped them lower, and lower still, until the end of the loop brushed her clit with the barest whisper of a kiss. She trembled from the sweet, exquisite agony of a kiss from a pearl.

Soon she felt the pad of his finger too, pressing lightly against one of the beads, increasing the friction, rubbing up and down over her swollen clit.

She didn’t know if it was the pressure from his hand, or the crazy, new sensation of the smooth object that sent a fresh rush of heat to her core. But she stopped trying to figure it out as his finger dipped down to her folds, sliding across her, and drawing out more slickness. “You’re dripping on my hands. That didn’t take long,” he said.

“Are you disappointed with the speed of my arousal?”

“Never. It feeds me. It makes me want to see how far I can go with you, how much I can bring out in you.”

“Try me then. Test me,” she said, her voice as bare as her emotions for him. She was his; she belonged to him so completely. In the last two months they’d fallen deeper in love and further into pleasure, seeking out new ways to please each other. “Bring out more in me. I am yours to play with.”

He bent his head to her chest, drawing a nipple into his talented mouth all while readjusting the pearls. With her eyes closed, she wasn’t quite sure where he was going next. As his tongue stroked her nipple to a hard pebble, she felt strands slide lightly across her pussy, a deliciously new sensation that made her gasp.