Page 97 of Legally Ours

"Goddamn it," I spat between gritted teeth. "Don't do that!"

"Makes you mad, doesn't it, baby? Go ahead," he taunted me, pulling his hand away yet again and sliding it back, over and over again. Then he pulled his hand out, and in a few sudden movements, lifted me up and pulled me on top of him on the bed. He started to rock his hips, creating delicious friction between us.

"Still mad?" he asked as he moved.

I rocked into him and moaned, unable to speak coherently.

Then, just like before, he stopped.

"Hey!" I cried out as my eyes flashed opened. "I said stop that!"

"Slap me for it. You'll feel better, and so will I."

I looked down at him, unsure. What? He wanted me to do what?

He started to move against me again from below, never entering but continuing that delicious friction. His thumb found my clit, bringing me once again to the point where I was starting to vibrate with the need to come. Then just like before, he stopped moving, and his thumb disappeared.

"Please," I gritted out, my hips jerking against him. "Stop."

"No."

His movements began again, harder this time as he rocked into me, as he pinched that sensitive bundle of nerves. I started to moan, feeling my body tensing up, prepared to fall over that familiar cliff. Then his hand pulled away one last time, and hips froze.

"STOP!" I yelped, reaching a hand back and smacking him across the face before I knew what I was doing.

The sound echoed through the room. I sat there, stone still, staring at him in shock over what I had just done.

"Oh, shit, I'm sorry!" I blurted out. I reached out tentatively to touch the angry red handprint left across his cheek.

"Don't be." Brandon grinned up at me devilishly. "I wanted you to."

Both hands lifted my hips, then pulled me back down onto his erection, which, if it was any indication, showed just how much he wanted that slap. He slid into me easily, and my eyes closed in ecstasy as my body finally got what it wanted. Home. The word echoed through my brain, my heart at the feel of him. Home.

"Jesus God, you feel good, Skylar." Brandon's eyes closed in bliss as he rocked into me. They opened, even brighter than before. "Do it again," he ordered.

I eyed him curiously, and after a moment, I reached my hands back again and brought my palm to his cheek weakly.

"Not like that!" he barked. "Come on, Red! I thought you could give as good as you got!"

I frowned, even as he pushed his hips upward in a way that forced me to close my eyes.

"Do it," he ordered again.

His voice was steel, and once again I wanted to fight with him just as much as he wanted to fight with me. I swung my hand back again, and this time I didn't hold back as I brought it hard enough against his cheek that I left another bright red mark on his ruddy skin.

"God!" he cried, in obvious pleasure. He moaned, and slipped his hand again to my clit, where he continued the torture he had started in the beginning. Soon I was moaning right along with him, mirroring that sweet rhythm he maintained with his hips.

His fingers quickened between us, and he thrust into me hard, forcing me to feel his entire length as far as it could go. He continued to drive me higher, his other hand holding my hips tight as I started to lose my ability to focus and sit straight up. Those skillful fingers drove me up to that high all over again, but slowed once more. My head was in a tizzy of all-consuming frustration and desire. I couldn't take much more of this.

The pressure of his thumb increased and he jerked his hips to pound into me. I felt that heat inside me continue to rise until suddenly he reached up and swiftly brought his hand across my cheek, its mild sting sending me off and shattering on top of him as if I myself had split into a million pieces.

"Fuck!" he cried out his own release along with mine, grabbing my hips roughly to prevent me from collapsing and ramming even deeper into me from below. "That's right, take it, baby! God, Skylar, FUUUCK!"

He pulled me down to collapse on his chest, slick with exertion and heaving with deep breaths that matched my own. The world felt hazy and as if it were spinning around me in that way that only comes from an intense orgasm.

"Holy shit," I said through shallow breaths. "That was..."

"Yeah," he agreed, struggling to regain his own breath. He turned his head into my hair and inhaled. "Wicked good," he said as his lips drifted over my forehead, my cheeks, feathering over my lips. "Good girl."