Page 62 of Ink Me Bunny

“Yes…” Subtle moans break out in the darkened vicinity as the chilly breeze caresses my face.

The direct neon light is like a spotlight that enables someone to watch us, and all that crosses my mind is fuck it. Let’s put on a show for the shadows.

He murmurs to my neck, “On your fours.”

I fix myself around him, pressing my palms and knees to the white surface of the chair.

He licks a line down my spine, igniting my nerves.

His fingers play with the thin straps on either side of my bikini. He pauses to slither his hand down my thigh and closer to my center.

The anticipation is maddening.

Arousal sways in my underwear.

Unhurriedly, he unties the knot but stops to swipe his hand on my pussy, teasingly.

“Your bikini is completely soaked,” he growls.

A shaky breath fleets my throat.

I want him to get rid of the fucking piece of fabric that denies me his touch.

He frees one side of my hip and kneads it.

“Please,” I moan softly.

I wait.

Not so patiently but I do.

My heart rate is spiking to highs I’ve never experienced.

It’s thrilling.

The silence itches at my skin and the breaking waves on the horizon taunt me as my clit pounds to the sound they’re composing as they clash.

I want him to bang me like a whore, utter unspeakable words as he shoves his cock in me farther. Harder. And louder.

Taint me.

His fingers start to roam along my legs, titillating the spots he encounters, and increasing the flames threatening to erupt. He continues to caress my ankles and drags a line along the soles of my feet before he follows the same trail back up to the delicate spot behind my knee.

I coo.

The tenderness he maintains casts me under a fervid spell.

He’s taking his time, using this simple touch ceaselessly. He’s like a ball of heat under me, emitting the ocean scent of him.

He seizes my exposed butt cheek and in mere seconds his delicate touch turns to a hard spank.

SMACK.

SMACK.

“You love to be spanked don’t you?”

My walls clench around nothing and my cheek is on fire.