Flynn stopped occasionally to smooth his palm over her heated skin, but then he resumed, spanking her harder with each renewal.
For a long time she was stuck in the headspace where she knew nothing but the burning sting. She craved it like a drug. She never wanted him to stop. And then he swatted her thighs, high and center, right at the juncture to her butt cheeks. The spank radiated to her pussy, causing her to gasp and lift her head a few inches.
“You okay, E?” He didn’t repeat that particular swat again yet. Instead he stopped to take her pulse, like the amazing Dom he was.
“God, yes. Please…”
She thought maybe he hummed approval, the vibrations rumbling through her. Again. Same spot. Same reaction. Her pussy took over, quivering, swelling, needing. She parted her knees, bending the one closest to his body, opening her sex up.
Flynn spanked her several more times in that sweet spot before pausing again. “Don’t think I didn’t see you spread your legs, E. I’m no stranger to subs who think they can direct my actions through subtle body language. If you want my fingers between your legs, you’ll let me decide when.”
She moaned and then pursed her lips. She was no stranger to his little speech. She’d given the same lecture many times herself. Opening up for him had been more instinctive than anything else. Moisture built between her legs, coating her sex, making her heart beat faster.
She fisted the pillow and held her breath while he swatted her angry skin again and again. So good. So fucking good. A piece of her felt sorry for the woman who had denied herself this pleasure for so damn long.
Finally, he suddenly reached between her legs, jerked her thong to the side, and dragged two fingers through her folds. “So wet,” he whispered. “I like how your body responds to my touch.”
She groaned, unable to stop herself, knowing she would lose her mind soon if he didn’t let her come. Everything throbbed. Desire consumed her. She wanted him inside her, thrusting hard and deep. She wanted to fall off this cliff and cascade down down down until nothing in the world mattered except her release.
He circled her clit, taking his time, his other hand flat on her lower back, keeping her from squirming. Without warning, he thrust two fingers into her tight sheath and angled them toward the front of her channel before dragging them back out. “You’re tight, E.”
She moaned, her feet lifting off the bed. She was going to explode. She wanted to beg, but she was afraid he might make her wait longer if she didn’t keep her mouth shut.
He continued to finger her, slowly working his pointer and middle finger into her tight channel. His thumb stroked over her clit at the same time. “Flynn…” she warned.
“I’ve got you. Give me this first one, then I’ll grab a condom.”
She dropped her forehead to the pillow, breathing heavily. Her body was on fire, every inch of her crawling with need.
He didn’t pick up speed though. Instead, he left her hovering, circling her clit while fingering her as far as he could reach. Her arousal grew. It felt so damn good for someone else to tease her like this. For too long she had been the only one touching herself. Masturbating was a good substitute, but it lacked the unknown. The mystery.
Suddenly, Flynn thrust his fingers deeper and harder and then flattened his thumb on her clit.
She cried out as the orgasm swept over her, her pussy pulsing around his fingers, her clit throbbing under the pressure.
He slowly let up, easing his fingers away from her while he smoothed his other hand up her back. “That was so fucking sexy, E. Thank you.”
She was still panting, pieces of her hair stuck to the sweat on her forehead.
Flynn centered the elastic of her thong back over her pussy. The touch of the material made her groan. It would hold her on edge. The orgasm was fantastic, but she wanted more.
Flynn grabbed her by the waist, flipped her over, and swung her around so that she landed on her back in the middle of his bed. He propped himself at her side and hovered over her, his hand cupping her breast casually as he met her gaze. “We don’t have to have sex just because we did a scene together.”
She narrowed her gaze. “Take off your jeans… Sir.”
He laughed. “Yeah, that’s not you topping me.”
She liked the sound of his laughter and this banter between them. In fact, she lifted her arms over her head, arched her chest, and purred. “Do whatever you want then.”
He grabbed her wrists with one hand and dipped his head to suck one of her nipples into his mouth so fast, she gasped. Perhaps toying with him wasn’t her best move.
Her arousal shot all the way back to twelve out of ten in seconds, making her moan involuntarily while he sucked one nipple and pinched the other. Sensations bombarded her, causing her to draw her knees up toward her core. She clenched them tightly, hoping the pressure between her legs would ease. It did not.
Flynn lifted his lips off her nipple and blew on it before speaking. “Put your legs back down, E. Now.”
She flattened them, her ankles touching.
He rose from her body and crawled down toward her pussy. Seconds later, his fingers were hooked in her thong and he was dragging it down her legs. Seconds after that, he slid off the side of the bed.
She watched him as he unbuttoned his jeans and lowered the zipper. He kept his gaze on her eyes. “Spread your legs for me so I can see your pussy.”
She obeyed his command without hesitation, parting her thighs. Her inhibitions had flown out the door in the last few minutes. Her partially sated body was pliant but still greedy.
She watched as he shrugged out of his jeans, taking in the length and width of his cock, swallowing when he wrapped a hand around it and stroked from base to tip. “Is this what you want, E?”
“Yes, Sir.” Her words were breathy, unrecognizable.
He leaned over the bedside table, pulled the drawer open, and then climbed back onto the bed holding a condom. He settled himself between her spread thighs, but instead of opening the foil package, he set it aside and then used his fingers to part her folds.
The intensity of his gaze on her most intimate parts made her tremble. It had been twelve years since she had sex, but it had been even longer since she’d had good sex, and she wasn’t sure anyone had ever stared at her in admiration like this.
He teased her labia with his fingers before dragging one of them through the folds to gather her wetness and flick it over her clit.
She gasped, her ass lifting off the bed.
“So fucking sexy. You have no idea, do you?”
She bit her lip. In no alternate universe could she have fantasized someone treating her with so much deference. She felt cherished, and it meant the world to her. Even if this night was all she got, she would forever be grateful to Flynn for dragging her out of her shell and reminding her what she was missing.
She’d given Master Phil her power for far too long. She would never let him rob her of this kind of pleasure again.
Shocking her, Flynn lowered to his belly between her legs and brought his mouth to her pussy. The first drag of his tongue through her folds made her arch her neck and tip her head back. She gripped the pillow above her head with both fists and concentrated on every sensation.
When he sucked her clit into his mouth and then gently bit down on it, she cried out, her legs shaking. He thrust his tongue into her next, lapping at her pussy. She should have been embarrassed at the very least. Her long dry spell meant no one ever saw her this vulnerable. But she couldn’t conjure up anything but heated need and arousal.
Flynn started flicking his tongue over her clit and didn’t stop while he reached up to her side, flattened his palm on the mattress, and patted around until he snagged the condom. It would have been comical if her vision hadn’t been swimming.
He rolled the condom on without letting up on his feast.
Finally, he lifted his head, swiped his mouth on the back of his hand, and climbed up her body. “I can’t remem
ber when I’ve had ordinary vanilla sex like this, but I want to see your face. Watch your eyes as you come, feel every inch of you around my cock with your legs wrapped around me and your hands in my hair.”
She stopped breathing while he spoke, not inhaling until he finished. Finally, she found her voice. “Nothing about this is ordinary, Sir.”
He grinned. “Touché.” He lined his cock up with her entrance. “Are you okay with me being on top?”
His thoughtfulness reached into her soul and melted her. “Yes, Sir,” she breathed out.
He nodded. “Arms around my neck, E. Legs around my thighs. Hold on.” That last part came out like a warning, and it was a good thing because he thrust all the way into her without another word.
The air whooshed from her lungs as she dug the tips of her fingers into his shoulders and gripped his thighs with her ankles. Holy shit he was big. She knew he was going to stretch her after such a long dormancy, but she hadn’t expected anything this intense.
Her heart raced as her pussy adjusted to his girth. Finally, she squirmed. “Sir…”
He smoothed a lock of hair from her forehead and lowered his lips to hers. “So fucking hot,” he whispered against her mouth before angling to one side and kissing the life out of her. He didn’t do gentle. Not now. Not even close. Instead, he devoured her, sucking and nipping at her lips and tongue.
Before she adjusted to having his mouth on her, he pulled almost out and thrust back into her channel.
She gasped against his lips.
He did it again. Faster this time, not stopping before thrusting forward yet again. “So fucking tight,” he murmured against her lips. His eyes met hers and then he held her gaze while he fucked her.
She had never in her life come from sex, and she didn’t expect to do so now either, but God it felt amazing having her pussy filled with a real live human. She’d forgotten the intimacy that came with it. No vibrator could compete with this human interaction.
She threaded her fingers in his hair and held on for her life, angling her torso to maximize the contact against her clit with every thrust.
He wasn’t so far gone that he couldn’t hold her gaze and search her face. “Can you come in this position?”
She shook her head, biting her lip.
“Then touch yourself while I fuck you.”
She swallowed, hesitating. She’d never masturbated with anyone watching.
He smoothed his hand over her forehead again and then kissed her lips. “Touch yourself, E. Bring yourself to orgasm while I watch. I’m not going to come until you do.”
She bit her lip harder. That was a lot of pressure.
He lifted a brow, reminding her he was in charge here.
She slid one hand down between their bodies and found her clit, her eyes fluttering shut as she stroked the swollen nub.
“That’s it. Let it go for me. When I see you tip over the edge, I’m going to speed up until I can join you.”
She heard his words from a distance as if she were under water. It didn’t matter though. The important thing was that she was so close now, not just from touching herself but from listening to his voice.
When he took her mouth again, his tongue stroking in and out of her, imitating the action of his cock, she picked up the pace. It didn’t take long. She was on the edge in no time, hovering, loving that blissful handful of moments that never lasted long enough between almost there and all the way there.
She held her breath during that state of awe and then cried out as her body jerked with its release.
Flynn picked up the pace, just as he’d warned, the increased friction welcome inside her pulsing channel. He let out a few shallow grunts before finally slamming deep and holding steady. His forehead was creased, and his face tight. She watched as he hovered in that same spot she loved so much, right between almost there and all the way there. When his expression broke and he sucked in a breath, she knew his orgasm had taken over.
His body jerked above hers with his release, and she smoothed her hands up his body to grip his shoulders through the orgasm.
A sheen of sweat broke out across his forehead as a smile spread across his face. His arms were shaking, and he eased out of her and used his last bit of energy to roll himself onto his back alongside her. “My God.” Those two words were breathless. Reverent. Heartwarming.
She turned onto her side and propped her chin on her palm to look down at him. “Thank you,” she murmured before setting her cheek on his pec and letting the rise and fall of his chest calm her racing heart.
Chapter 16
Flynn closed his eyes and tried to steady his breathing. The woman who’d just thanked him had tipped his world on its axis. Did she have any idea?
For one thing, she’d submitted to him so gorgeously.
For another thing, he’d never been more turned on by how fucking sexy she was when she was aroused.
And finally, he’d never felt as connected to a woman when he’d had sex before, genuinely worrying about her needs first. All that mattered to him was that she feel nirvana. And she had. He’d seen it in her eyes. More than once.
When he finally caught his breath, he rolled to his side so that he was facing her on her side. He brushed her hair away from her face, something he’d done several times and hoped to do a million more times. The soft waves of thick dark hair fell through his fingers.
He wasn’t sure what to say to her, and he didn’t want to break the spell.
She was staring at his chest, deep in thought, not letting him see her eyes.
Finally, she spoke. “That was…intense.”
“Yes.” He ran his hand down her arm and back up, his gaze going to her amazing breasts and the stiff pink nipples. “You okay?” he asked as he tucked his fingers under her chin and lifted her face.
“I think so.” She swallowed. “I didn’t expect to feel…”
He smiled. “I didn’t either.”
“I hadn’t considered the ramifications of us having sex. I only thought through the part where I got laid. I had a one-track mind this afternoon.”
He let his grin spread. “And what are the ramifications?”
“Well, for one, I want to do that again.”
Now he laughed, his body shaking. “Thank God.”
“And I’m not sure if that’s wise.”
He sobered a bit but tried not to freak out. It was natural that she would be concerned. “How about we not worry about next time and just enjoy this time. Let’s take a shower. Order some food. Process our feelings. Yeah?”
“Sounds good.”
Before she could change her mind, he rolled off the side of the bed, removed the condom into a tissue, and reached back to lift her into his arms.
She squealed. “Flynn.” Damn, he loved that sound.
He didn’t respond as he carried her into his bathroom, and then he set her down next to the shower, pulled the glass door open a few inches, and reached in to turn the water on. He wasn’t about to lose contact with her skin. He worried that if he gave her an inch right now, she would retreat a mile.
Instead, he stepped close and set his lips on hers while the water heated. Kissing her always seemed to soften her. This time was no exception. She leaned into him and let him take control of her mouth in seconds.
When he realized steam was filling the room, he released her lips and opened the shower door, hauling her into the enclosed space.
She giggled. “Are we both going to fit in here?”
“Hell yes.” He angled her under the water and then grabbed the shampoo and poured it in his palm, making sure to get far more than he normally needed for his hair.
She closed her eyes and tipped her head back, sighing sweetly as he massaged her scalp. He could do this all night if she let him, but she had to be hungry by now. He knew he was.
She moaned when he let his hands wander down her body, covering her with soap, weighing her tits in his hands, and then plucking her nipples.
> When he had the suds rinsed from her hair, she opened her eyes and held his gaze while she reached past him to pour shampoo in her palm this time, obviously intent on returning the favor. Her hands went to his head, but she didn’t linger there. She wasted no time exploring his chest and then wrapping her fingers around his erection. “You’re already hard again,” she stated, her voice gravelly.
He moaned and grabbed her wrist. “If you keep that up, I’m going to come in your hand.”
“And this would be a bad thing?” She blinked up at him, her expression coy.
He tipped his head back and groaned. It had been a damn long time since he’d been in a position to reach a second orgasm so close to the first. He hadn’t been in a committed relationship since he arrived in Miami. Nor had he had a woman spend the night.
If he wasn’t so damn hard right now, he probably wouldn’t believe it could be this easy. He’d just come ten minutes ago. But it would seem all the blood in his body had beelined for his cock. It became increasingly obvious he would indeed come in Elizabeth’s sweet hand.
Or so he thought. Until she dropped to her knees and took him into her mouth.
She unmanned him in an instant. The only way he could keep from collapsing was to flatten his palms on the tile above her head to brace himself. Holy fuck, her mouth felt good wrapped around his dick. In addition, she kept one hand around the base of his erection and gripped his ass with her other hand.
His vision swam, and he completely lost any sense of time or space, every ounce of his attention on the way she hollowed her cheeks as she masterfully sucked him.
While at first he’d been concerned he would embarrass himself by not being able to reach orgasm, he was now worried he would humiliate himself by coming in less than a minute. There was little doubt of that now. She used the perfect pressure, slid on and off him at the optimal speed, and moaned around his cock as though it were her requested last meal. He couldn’t have commanded anyone to suck him off quite so fantastically.
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