What Friends Are For(6)
“So beautiful, Jacey,” he murmured, stroking over her flesh. “I’ve always loved your ass. Always wanted to see you just like this, bent over my bed with your ass just waiting to blush for me.”
“Jonas,” she began but he shushed her.
“Don’t make me gag you, Jacey,” he whispered.
Fuck! she thought. Her pussy was clenching with need. He was killing her with his sex talk and turning her on to the point that she was ready to slip her hand down and give herself a little touch or two or four.
He smacked her again and she cried out. It was the other cheek this time, high. His hand fell again and then again, each time touching a new part of her until it felt as if her entire ass was on fire. But, god, it hurt so fucking good. Who knew a spanking could be such an incredible means of foreplay. She’d fantasized about it—probably even confessed that to Jonas.
“Jonas,” she moaned his name, burying her face in his comforter and inhaling the scent of him. She wiggled her ass, couldn’t stop herself even if she wanted to.
His lips touched her then. She felt the stroke of his tongue, the brush of his kiss over the hot cheeks of her ass.
“Did I hurt you?” he asked, his voice laced with sincere concern. “I’ve never really spanked anyone before.”
“What?” She reared up, knocking Jonas to floor and coming to stand over him. “You spanked me like that and you didn’t know what you were doing? You could have hurt me, Jonas.”
He smiled at her. “I didn’t say that I didn’t know what I was doing, Jacey. I just said that I’d never really done it before.”
“What does that mean?” she demanded, her hands fisted on her hips. “You either have or you haven’t.”
“I’ve read up on it. Researched, watched videos on how to do it correctly. Spoke with some professionals to get the right technique down.”
How perfectly Jonas. He researched everything. Apparently even how to spank someone. And she’d bet he’d done it as soon as she’d spoken of interest in it.
“So I’m the only woman you’ve ever spanked?” she asked.
“Trust me,” he said with a shake of his head, “you’re the only woman I’ve ever wanted to spank.”
She wasn’t sure if he meant that sexually or not. But as that was how it was playing out, she would take it.
“What else have you wanted to do to me?”
“A lot,” he stated, moving up to his knees in front of her and running his hands up the outside of her legs to her hips. “Everything.”
“Like what, Jonas?”
“You’re wet, Jacey. I can see your juices on your pussy. Your sweet bare pussy.” His hand moved over to trace her mons, rubbing over the baby-smooth flesh there. “You’re so soft. I want to taste you, to feel you under my tongue.”
“Yes,” she moaned her agreement, and when he nudged her back to the bed, she let him. She sat on the edge and then reclined back for him. She opened her legs wider as he moved into her. Her ass was a little tender where it touched the bed but every nerve seemed to focus on her pussy and the pleasure in store.
She watched as he lowered his head between her thighs, sighing as he finally placed a soft kiss where his fingers had just traced over. Several more kisses and then his tongue stroked out to taste and explore her bare flesh. Her fingers clenched in the cover as she waited. She could feel her thighs trembling in anticipation.
His tongue traced her lips, dipping inside here and there, but just teasing. She wiggled a little bit and he glanced up to meet her eyes.
“I’m going to make you come,” he promised and she realized he’d discarded his glasses at some point. His eyes were deep-chocolate pools that she wanted to dive into. “With my fingers and my mouth I’m going to make this pussy come and then I’m going to lap it all up. Just like I’ve dreamed of for a long time.”
She wanted to ask how long. How long had Jonas wanted her like this? And how had she not realized it? How had she not seen that he wanted her? How had she not really looked at Jonas and realized just how much she wanted him?
Then his fingers parted her and those soft lips of his wrapped around her clit and started sucking. All thoughts fled her mind, save one. Jonas.
His mouth suckled, his tongue played, licking and tapping while he traced one finger down between her folds to her wet opening. One finger rimmed her then slipped inside. He pulled it out then used two fingers to pump back into her. He fucked her with them, rubbing her walls and stroking every nerve to screaming awareness.
His mouth fed, sipping at her clit and soon he had her bucking and moaning. He pulled his head back and she cried out reaching for him and wrapping her fingers in his thick brown waves, trying to urge his mouth back to where she wanted it. He chuckled and nipped her inner thigh with his teeth. He kissed and sucked at her labia, continually working his mouth lower to where his fingers still fucked her.