Three Sweet Nothings (Blindfold Club 5)

Her response was uneven. “Again.”

What?

The force of her word knocked me back. Her shocked look melted into something else. She wasn’t hurt, or scared, or pissed. She seemed curious. I choked the nervous words out. “You want me to spank you again?”

Even bent over like that, I could see her chest heaving. She swallowed so hard, it was audible. “Yes.”

I held my breath. Sharon had turned on me the morning after. I didn’t want a repeat of that, ever, and definitely not with Ruby. “You sure?”

She nodded. “Do it.”

She took her gaze off me and looked forward, signaling she was ready. Tension rolled through me as I stepped up to her. Should I strike her as hard as the last one? I pussied out at the final second and slowed my palm, smacking her bare ass with little more than a slap.

“Harder.”

Was she talking directly to my dick? I reared back, and this time, I delivered it like I meant it. As the warmth of her skin and the sting of the impact radiated up my arm, I expected guilt to follow, but I felt oddly good. Something was wrong with me. I wasn’t supposed to want to spank her. I wasn’t supposed to enjoy hitting someone else, and I could argue that what I was doing right now was assault.

“Please.” Her pleasure filled moan cut those thoughts into shreds. “More.”

Fuck me. I slapped her flesh, watched her jolt, and reveled in her noises of surprised enjoyment. Everything about my action and her reaction was unexpected.

Her back bowed, as if presenting her pink-stained flesh to me. “I like the way it feels.”

Oh, God, so did I. I shrugged out of my dress shirt and cast it aside, where it floated away. Then I steadied a hand on her hip, delivered one final stinging blow, and plunged my dick into her, needing to reaffirm our connection.

“Oh, shit, yes.” Her hands gripped the railing so hard it squealed.

The slide of my cock in and out of her body was intense. My brain fried from the heat, was rendered useless, and I fucked her like a savage. I wove a hand into her hair and yanked her head back, but she grunted in satisfaction. The rougher I got, the more she seemed to like it. I gathered up the dress, fisted it at her waist, and twisted it in my hand, cording it tighter around her body so I could use it for leverage.

“You’re so deep inside me, I love it.”

I choked out breath, forcing myself to stay in the moment and not lose it. Ruby hadn’t come yet, and not only was that important to me, the fuck if I was going to miss her show. I ground my pelvis, rubbing against her, and sucked down air between my clenched teeth.

Because it felt so very good, and it was with her.

Since I had her head pulled back, her gaze was on the ceiling, and her startled cry drew my gaze up. We were two dark figures fucking in the water, and seeing my domination of her like this damn near sent me over the edge. Relief trickled down my spine as she seemed to be building toward her end.

Her whole body began to quake, and her moans increased in frequency and volume, bouncing off the walls in the large, open room. All I could hear were her cries of ecstasy as she came, rushing toward her big finish. Inside, her body pulsed and throbbed, choking my dick. I slowed to enjoy the sensation but didn’t stop, because I knew I could prolong her orgasm and I wanted it to last forever for her.

She shook uncontrollably and her muscles in her arms strained on the handrail. One scream from her lips echoed in the room and tore straight into my core, injecting me with lust. Then another scream, which trailed off at the end when she must have finished cresting.

Her tremors slowed and she relaxed with an enormous sigh.

“It’s the sexiest thing ever,” I said between tight breaths. “No one comes like you do.”

“That’s because no one,” she panted, “makes me come like you do.”

Her statement caused her muscles to tense, her whole body tightening like she’d said something she didn’t want to reveal. But why? Didn’t she know how amazing that was to hear? Why did we communicate best when we were fucking? Maybe we were too distracted in each other to worry about anything else.

I released her hair and trapped her waist in my hands, then increased my tempo. My gaze slipped down the line of her spine, past the dress, over her rose-colored skin where I’d spanked her, and to the place where my cock disappeared inside her body. The reflection of the water played around us.

If my mind had its way, we’d remain here all night. I’d fuck her until our hands where shriveled and pruning, and then maybe I’d fuck her some more on one of the lounge chairs. But my body, it had very different ideas. It begged for release, and I couldn’t hold it back much longer. Everything ached for it.

Even though she’d come, she still seemed to be enjoying herself. Ruby’s soft, satisfied moans as I thrust relentlessly into her caused a swell in me to begin. My chest tightened and I dug my fingers into her, denting the soft skin around them. I pumped as deep inside as I could get, wanting to lose myself. I was greedy and needed one more blissful memory with her.

Breath came and went so rapidly from my lungs, I became lightheaded, but then things began to tingle. The pressure built, pleasure grew, and I climbed until every cell was screaming to tip over the edge.

She must have recognized how close I was. One of her hands came off the railing and clamped down on top of mine. “Yes,” she said, her voice