He nuzzled against her, his nose in her hair as he pressed more sweet kisses to the back of her head, and his arm tightened. She reached around until she found his ass, feeling the need to do a little exploring herself. The first time, the pleasure—times three—had been all hers. She couldn’t remember the last time she’d been with such a patient, attentive lover who knew exactly what the fuck he was doing.
Then she realized why she couldn’t remember.
It had never happened.
She started to roll over, but he stopped her, tightened his grip in this sexy spoon. Kelli tried again—shocked when Robbie lifted his hand and slapped her ass. Just once, but it wasn’t a tap. It actually stung.
Once more, Kelli tried to make this guy fit with what she’d always believed about Robbie. She came up short.
More than that, she was starting to wonder if she’d missed the boat back in college.
She tried to twist again, ready to see just how alpha he was.
Kelli wasn’t disappointed when she heard his dark, deep chuckle and felt him shift on the bed. He pulled her to her hands and knees, one firm hand flat on her stomach, the other stroking her ass.
“Ahh,” she gasped when he spanked her again.
This time, he didn’t hold back, and he continued to pepper her ass with stinging slaps that hurt…in a surprisingly hot way.
Kelli opened her mouth to…what? Tell him to stop? Beg him for more?
It was too much, too good. And she was afraid if she spoke, the spell would be broken. He would stop.
She lowered her upper body, shifting from her hands to her elbows, keeping her ass lifted high. She wasn’t sure how she could tell her actions had pleased him, but there was a definite shift in him, in the way he gently caressed her sore ass that told her he approved.
The whole night had been spent issuing unspoken demands and pleas, speaking only through body language, sighs and moans.
Like right now.
Kelli sighed when he ran his fingers along her slit, slipping two inside her. She arched her back, pushing toward them, wanting—needing more.
He didn’t disappoint as he stroked her harder, faster.
God, she’d never had a lover work so hard to make sure she found her pleasure, and there was something about the way he was touching her right now that told her he wasn’t going to stop until she came.
His fingers left her, and she growled. The sound clearly amused him as he gave a breathy laugh—all air, no sound.
And then he repeated the whole thing again. Spanking her, rubbing her heated skin, fucking her with those two fingers.
Over and over, until finally, he added a third finger to the game.
Kelli was lost, especially when the hand on her stomach slipped lower and he stroked her clit.
Her body reacted before her brain could catch up, lightning tingling from her pussy, pulsating up her spine. She gasped and groaned, the sounds muted by the pillow beneath her.
He gave her no time to recover. Instead, he donned a condom, pushing into her still-quivering pussy, straight to the hilt.
She had only a split second to wonder about the condom—it was the second time he’d used one—before he took her with all the speed and force she’d ever dreamed of.
His fingers clenched tightly into her hips as he pulled her toward him on every inward thrust.
Kelli realized she wasn’t an active participant at the moment. She hadn’t found her sea legs yet, still reeling from the first orgasm.
Not that he cared. He wanted her. So he took her.
It was heady, passionate, everything she’d ever dreamed about but never found.
Her second climax struck fast and hard, her body trembling as if she’d received one hell of an electric shock. He didn’t acknowledge it, didn’t slow down.
“Ahh!” she yelled into the pillow, uncertain she could withstand another orgasm like that. Even as her traitorous hips began pushing back toward him, demanding that he take her harder.
Every thrust felt like flint against steel, sparking hotter, making her burn.
Then his thumb found its way to her ass, the tip rubbing around the entrance.
Oh my God.
He wiggled it suggestively—that was it, just a suggestion—and she was lost. When she came again, she took him down with her. Both of them jerking against each other, taking as much as they could, roughly, gracelessly.
Kelli’s knees gave out, sliding down until she lay prostrate on the bed, facedown.
Robbie turned as he fell to his back next to her, his hand resting on the heated flesh of her ass.
She huffed out a laugh when he lifted it lazily, placing one last smack there, before she heard his breath deepen, sleep taking him.
Kelli was only a moment behind him, her eyes drifting shut. Her last cognizant thought was that she’d never felt so…content, sated.
Happy.
The next time Kelli opened her eyes, the darkness that had permeated the room had brightened to a dark slate gray. It was still hard to see, but Kelli knew morning had arrived. She shifted slowly, grinning at the stiffness in muscles that hadn’t gotten that good of a workout in way too long. She’d passed out on the edge of the bed, so it was very easy for her to sit up without jarring Robbie, who was still sound asleep.
She sighed, blissfully, blinking to try to bring some part of the room into focus. Colm was going to kill her when she confessed to having sex in his bed.
Not that the thought dimmed her smile. It actually only made the whole night that much better.
Her head hurt, but not as badly as she might have expected. And she was thirsty, her mouth bone-dry. Neither of those things bothered her as
