Page 17 of Reunion
Dane’s chuckle spilled across my asscheeks, warm, breathy, and accompanied by a trace a wetness where he pressed a kiss. God, he’d justkissedmy ass. Somehow that was the most sensual thing. Goose bumps blossomed over my rib cage, then his thumb traced the curve of my thighs and ran down the seam between the globes of my ass, and the goose bumps transformed into a tingle that shot up my spine. My hips jerked, instinctively spearing the air before he tightened his grip to keep me still.
“So when’s this caning going to happen?”
“When I want it to.” He swatted my flank, then caressed lightly over the minor sting, and waves of heat rippled through me. Fuck, his voice was hypnotic. Low and drawling as he spoke, his fingertips moving with the same syrupy-slow tempo over my ass and lower back, warming every inch of skin he touched. “We’re still getting a feel for each other right now, and you’re all clenched up, so we’ll work up to it. We’re not done with the warm-up yet.”
“There’s a warm-up?” I twisted another look over my shoulder and wiggled my hips.
“Mm-hmm.” This time he dragged a finger down the furrow of my ass and swept it over my hole. I clenched reflexively and sucked air through my teeth as he circled my rim. “I want those cheeks nice and warm from my hands before I lay a cane across them.”
“Shit,” I muttered and barely had time to get it out before a sharp crack met my ears. My hips bucked reflexively with the sting of his hand against my ass. It wasn’t a hard hit, but the unexpectedness of it added to the impact. Muscles tensed and then released as the sting mellowed to a warmth that moved like hot water across my ass and the base of my spine.
Just when I started to relax, Dane dropped another sharp smack on my other cheek, keeping his hand spread where it landed as he leaned over me and spoke close to my ear. “I’ve been watching this ass all day, thinking about doing just this.”
The heat of his hand melded with the heat of my skin, and I groaned in response. “Oh, Jesus…”
“If, at any time, you stop enjoying what we’re doing here or it becomes too much, you let me know. Green, yellow, red. Got it?”
I nodded an eageryesas he licked my earlobe. “I know the deal.”
“Good. Where are you right now?” Dane’s fingertips moved in light, taunting circles over my hot skin.
Did I like this? Did I want to continue? I struggled to connect different threads of thought, getting tangled up in the heat spreading through my body, the sting in my asscheeks, and my aching cock.
But the answer was obvious. “Green as a fucking…” I rasped out as he kneaded my cheek again. “I don’t know, just very green. Green all the way.”
Three sharp smacks followed in rapid succession, lighting up my ass so fast I didn’t have even a second to relax before the next one. And when the third fell and nothing came after, I became hyperaware of the way my skin buzzed and tingled in the aftermath. I waited for another but instead felt Dane shifting around, his weight leaving the backs of my thighs. Then came faint pressure against my cheeks and an explosion of wet heat against my hole. I cried out in surprise and pleasure, hips lurching as his tongue made another pass, and then another that counteracted the sting still zinging through my ass. Silky, smooth, and soothing, he licked around my rim and I clutched the sheets, a rivulet of sweat running down my temple, stinging the corner of my eye. My limbs went loose and heavy under the steady roll of his tongue until a dart of pain lanced through me and I lurched again. He’d flicked my damn hole and I clenched so hard I almost came all over his fifty-million thread count sheets out of pure reflex.
“God,” I gasped, squirming. “What the…is thisnormal?”
“I don’t know. You tell me. What’s normal for you?” Dane sounded amused—and maybe a little pleased with himself—as he traced a thumb around my rim, then slid a finger inside me and found my prostate. My mouth fell open with pleasure that rang through my body in shrill, demanding notes.
“Not this. It’s like…” I sighed and gave up. “Never mind, I can’t even explain it.” Couldn’t figure out how to put into words the way the disparate sensations and touches wove together and split apart in varying hierarchies of pleasure.
“You like it.” It was almost a question, but not quite, punctuated by an additional finger inside me, another press of his lips to my flushed asscheek. This particular mix of tenderness wasn’t something I’d seen in his videos, or really in any of the other ones I watched and that was its own pleasure, a sense of comfort that wrapped around me and, if I was honest, reached other parts of me where it had no business being.Dirty hot wedding hookup, I reminded myself. Nothing more.
“A lot,” I groaned out as he teased my prostate again and then removed his fingers.
Dane rose swiftly from the bed, and I turned my head to the side to track him, noting the way he adjusted himself with satisfaction.
“I saw that,” I told him.
He flashed a wry smile. “Think I’m immune to a beautiful man in my bed letting me have my way with him?”
“Maybe a little, yeah. I figure there have probably been plenty.” But I was thrilled a man who was cut with the precision of a Baccarat vase had called me beautiful.
“Not as many…” He raked his teeth over his lower lip, cutting himself off. “It’s never the same thing twice.”
“Mysex life begs to differ,” I quipped.
“We’ll see about that.” I caught a glimmer of a smile as he reached into one of the drawers and withdrew a thin rattan cane. “You’re driving back tomorrow, right?”
“Yeah, why?” I collapsed onto my stomach and folded my arms under my chin, watching him. The sting from his smacks to my ass had faded to an addictively tingly warmth.
“I don’t want you to be completely miserable while driving.”
“Just a little, then?”
“Just enough,” he corrected, the low timbre of his voice coaxing another tremble of anticipation from me.