Page 89 of Between the Lines
He slaps me there again with the flat of his fingers, and with each tap, I feel myself growing wetter, each, “Fuckfuckfuck,” growing whinier.
I lean into it.
“Oh, my naughty girl. You want more of this?” he says, rubbing soothing strokes over my clit with gentle pressure. “You like when I slap your pussy?”
“Maybe,” I nod, my hips jutting of their own accord. He grins up at me with a wild look in his eyes and slaps my clit again. I slide further down the bookshelf, the grip I have on his hair tightening.
“Try that answer again, honey.”
“Yes,yes,I liked it, Nathan. Do it again.”
“Good girl,” he growls, then rewards me with three quick slaps before soothing my clit with a French kiss like the one he gave my mouth. My ass slides further down, and I hold him to me.
I work my hips in the same direction of his mouth, panting as he flutters his tongue, then backs off and switches to long pulls before doing it again. I’m a freaking mess. I want to come but I don’t want this to end. I’ve never been so blissed out before in my life.
“Nate—Nathan,” I stutter, rocking shamelessly against his face.
“What’s that, sweetheart?”
“You’re so, so good, Nathan.”
I grip his hair harder, holding him between my legs. He rewards me by shaking his head, his long tongue vicious and dirty against my opening.
“Show me, Claire. Squeeze those thighs hard for me.”
“Won’t I hurt you?”
“I want to wear your thighs, baby. Now be a good girl andsqueeze.”
He leans back, swatting my pussy as he calls me a good girl, and I’m right on the edge as he goes back to devouring me, and I do exactly as he says.
“That’s it,” he mutters, trapped in the triangle of my tremblingthighs. “Squeeze me, Claire. Show me how good your man takes care of this pussy.”
I cry out a string ofGahs!, squeezing my fist in his hair while my other arm shoots up behind me, slapping against the books he’s so carefully organized on his beautiful shelves, and come all over his mouth.
I can’t control the trembling of my thighs as Nathan works me through my orgasm, kissing me chastely and teasingly as I come down. When I finally come back to earth, I catch a glimpse of the playful man who has been coming out of his shell. I smile dreamily, lazily, and huff a laugh.
“What’s so funny?” he asks, dipping his chin in exasperation.
“Nothing,” I laugh again, uncurling my fingers from his hair to cup his cheek. I swipe my thumb along his bottom lip and gasp when I find him wet with me. “You just look like the cat that ate the canary.”
“More like the man who ate his woman’s pussy.”
I gasp, and he smiles in a way I’ve never seen. Huge and full and bright. I forget for a minute that he’s on his knees in his study, and my ruined underwear are somewhere discarded, and that I’ve had two orgasms in the span of ten minutes. For a moment, I just want more of that radiant smile. The one I’ve only seen him give tome.
But then, he stands to kiss me, my taste still on his tongue, and I remember that massive erection still straining against his joggers. My hand dips down, and I take him in my fist over his clothes. With both hands cradling my waist, his forehead falls against mine. He rocks his hips slowly in time to my touch, and for a moment, we exist like that. The second I squeeze, he picks me up, folds me over his shoulder, squeezes my ass, and says, “I need you in my bed for the rest of what I have planned,” before following through on that promise.
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I must be dreaming.And if Iamdreaming, I never want to be woken.
My good girl let me drop her on the bed and undress her wordlessly, like she understood how important this moment is to me too. Like submitting to me isherhonor, and not something she has to do. She is so strong willed, such a leader in every facet of her life, but letting me have the control? That trust has my bones humming.
Her lithe body is curved in all the right places, silky smooth against my hands as I take her in, from her wild blond mane, along the inviting column of her throat, over her budded pink nipples and the dip to her waistline. The apex between her legs is still shiny—whether from the two orgasms, or because she’s still eager for more, I can’t tell, but the way her legs are slightly parted tells me it could be both.
None of that compares to the secret I learned when I finally got her completely naked.