Total pages in book: 183
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 174715 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 874(@200wpm)___ 699(@250wpm)___ 582(@300wpm)
“Promise?” I ask.
“Yes,” he says, his voice as firm as the hand between my shoulders. “I promise. Relax. Lie all the way down.”
Only then do I realize that I’m on my hands and knees, as if I’m about to crawl away at any moment. I inhale and exhale as I ease to my elbows. “Good,” he says softly, his approval oddly arousing, when I don’t seek approval from men. But I never thought I’d seek a spanking either, and this wasn’t a heat of the moment thing. He asked. I said yes.
He shifts his body, reaching for something, I think, and right when I’m going to twist around to figure out what, music begins to play, classical music. I don’t know classical music, which makes me unable to identify the song, but my mind tries to place it as a match to Cole in some way, but I cannot. All I know is that like the man, it’s a match to me right now. The piano notes lift in the air just enough to soften my heartbeat, and I have no idea why, but this helps. I feel myself ease into the cushion, into him, into Cole, whose name I didn’t want to know. His hand moves, and I’m instantly on alert, on edge, but not afraid. I really expect to be afraid, but there is just something about the way this man has handled this, the way he is, that doesn’t stir this type of feeling in me.
He caresses a path down my back again, fingers trailing my spine and then he’s cupping one of my cheeks, stroking the other. My fingers curl into my palms, my nipples aching with inattention. My backside begins to warm, and Cole’s palms caresses and caresses some more before he slides fingers along the seam of my body into the wet heat of my sex.
I suck in air as the sensation of his touch spirals through my body, and when he begins tracing my clit with one hand, one finger, he also begins a slow pat over the top of my sex with the others. It’s nothing anyone has ever done to me before, but it’s good. It’s really good, each pat rocking me with spikes of pleasure. I am wet, I am aroused, I am so on edge, so ready to come, that I’ve forgotten everything but wanting more, needing more. I arch into the touch, and I’m shocked when Cole’s hand flattens on my backside, his finger leaving my clit. When he just stops and does nothing. Seconds tick by and I gasp out, “Cole,” in desperation.
As if that is what he’s waited for, he replies with, “Three counts, remember? Now, Lori, are you ready?”
“No.” My breath blasts from my lungs. “Yes. I mean, yes.”
“Now,” he says again, and this time now means now. His hand comes down on my backside, and it’s as he promised. A sting I feel, arching my back with the impact, and already his palm returns.
“Two,” I breathe out and no sooner do I say that word then I feel the last burn of his palm. Three. My sex clenches and I arch forward, but a moment later, Cole is pulling me up, and I’m straddling his lap, his fingers tangling in my hair. “Are you okay?” he asks.
“Yes. Yes, I’m—” His mouth closes down on mine and the minute his tongue licks into my mouth, I moan and sink into the kiss. I didn’t want to need anything tonight, but I need this kiss. I need him. I need—
He lifts me, and I shift with him, wanting what he seeks, wanting him inside me. Cole balances my weight, lifting me, and oh God, yes, he presses inside me, stretching me. Pleasing me. He pulls me down onto his erection, even as he thrusts up and hard. I grip his shoulders, and when our eyes meet, there is a pulse between us that radiates through my body. He doesn’t feel like a stranger. He doesn’t feel like he was supposed to feel and yet he feels perfect.
He moves, and I move, and we begin to thrust and pump, and his hands cup my breasts, lips on my lips, on my neck. On my nipple, tugging it while my body rocks against that tug. I can’t get enough of him, or move fast enough, or deep enough. He folds me into his body, strong arms holding me, and he kisses me. We continue to rock and rock some more, and more, and then I’m there—so very there—falling into him and the pleasure. Tumbling over the edge, until my body stiffens, my sex clenching around his thick erection.
I bury my face in his neck and he drives into me. A low guttural groan slides from his lips and I quake with release, shuddering all over to the point that I can’t breathe. I lose time. I lose the ability to freely think or move. There is just this man, and intense pleasure. This man that holds me through every last spasm, and doesn’t let go, not even when I collapse into him, against him. I feel him sink deeper into the cushions with me, the two of us easing into the aftermath of what just happened together.