The twin sensations were a thrilling combination that stirred her arousal to life beyond what she thought she could feel.
William’s fingers dug into her bottom, and then he ground her against his leg. Matilda gasped as her senses rioted and he continued to spank and brush her sex against his thigh in a steady rhythm. She was burning up with embarrassment and equal parts lust. How could she like pain so much that she found it pleasurable?
How could William have known what to do with her so well?
He stopped suddenly, panting hard against her throat.
The pause gave Matilda time to think about William. Should she touch him, or was the experience of spanking her all he wished for himself?
Risking rejection or further punishment, Matilda slipped her hands across his shoulders and down. He was tense beneath his shirt, hot enough to sweat. She teased her fingers over the skin of his chest, across the part exposed by the open neckline of his soft white shirt. William drew back, ripped his shirt off over his head, and placed her hands directly over his skin.
“Oh my,” she whispered. His skin was so pale, so pliant beneath her touch.
“Beautiful, sweet Mattie,” he said and then brushed his lips over her temple. “I think that might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said about me.”
He caught her wrist and shifted her hand slowly down his body. She skimmed over his hard muscled chest, past his taut belly, and lower. There was a long, hard shape beneath his tight breeches, and touching him did strange things to her own body. He was aroused, and Matilda caught her breath, uncertain what to do next.
“Touch me. Please,” he whispered.
He struck her bottom, and her hand bumped against his length. A strangled growl left his throat. “Again.”
He spanked her once more as she traced the shape of him beneath his garment. He was very different from her beneath his clothes, something she’d known but never fully comprehended. He flexed his hips as she traveled the length of him, and when she reached the top she could see the tip wedged between his belly and the tight waistband of his breeches.
William spanked her and grasped her breast while she stared, fascinated by a mere peek at his manhood. Her body quivered at another strike of his hand and hard rub against his thigh. Pleasure was new to her, but not to William. Emboldened by his patience with her fumbling, Matilda ran her knuckle up his length, and when she reached the top she brushed her fingertips over the head.
While William cursed out loud and struck her bottom sharply, she reveled in the softness of his skin. She skimmed the tip of him, finding moisture had beaded at the tip, but after a moment regretted her limited view. She wanted to please him. She wanted to see and know his desires.
William paused, breathing hard against her shoulder. Impulsively Matilda unbuttoned the fall of his breeches, exposing him. His long length jutted proudly from a thatch of dark hair and curved all the way to his belly. His skin appeared so pale beside her hand that she was fascinated. She wrapped her fingers over his length without considering if he’d like it.
A rough moan left his lips before he claimed her mouth in a deep kiss that left her in no doubt that he desired more of such caresses.
She brushed her fingers up and down his length until he covered her hand and had her squeeze him harder. It was not unlike the way he held her wrist sometimes, and she gripped him tightly in her hand, lost in the wonder of the moment. He shifted his hips and thrust between her curled fingers.
Matilda glanced at his face as he began to move the two of them against each other. His eyes were hot on hers, focused but wild. The pressure on her sex was exquisite and arousing, her hand pleasuring him even more so. They were completely tangled together, each exciting the other. His teeth nipped at her throat. “Is this what you want from me, Mattie?”
She squeezed his length tightly and moved her hand in opposition to the thrust of his hips. A dark moan left his lips.
“Is this what you need, Billy?”
He struck her so hard she cried out.
“Yes.” He took her mouth again and sped their movements.
Matilda held on to him with one arm and with the other squeezed and stroked him firmly.
He pushed her down on his thigh and rocked her against him. Matilda closed her eyes as her breath caught. She was beyond excited and lost, with no idea how to continue without his help.
William pinched her nipple suddenly, twisting it until it hurt. The sensation surprised her, the pleasure increasing. Her body tightened and she shuddered, crying out the next moment as wave after wave of sensation swamped her. She clung to William.
William groaned darkly as hot moisture coated her hand where it was wrapped tightly around his length. They shuddered together, climaxing in unison, and then Matilda collapsed into William’s strong arms, utterly spent.
She complained when he parted their limbs. The loss of his thigh against her sex proved her very sensitive.
He eased her to her side, keeping her throbbing bottom off the sheets, her sensitive quim pinched between her thighs. He returned quickly with a washcloth. “Just lie there. Let me take care of you.”
“I am capable of nothing else.”
“Good. That is very good for me.”