Beyond the Dark (Red 3)

I hold my breath.

Nash kisses the back of my neck. Then he licks me, starting from my shoulders and moving down my spine. He alternates soft kisses with long licks until he reaches the top of my dress, then he takes the zipper in his mouth and tugs.

I can’t see him, but I feel him moving, slowly lowering his body as he unzips my dress at the same time. The goose bumps on my arms appear rapidly, and I shiver in anticipation.

“Lovely,” he murmurs, and I feel a little tug on my dress. The entire gown slides to the floor and I wrap my arms around myself.

Nash isn’t having any of that, though. He bites my ass cheek hard and I squeal.

“No,” he says sternly. “Not tonight, Red. Don’t cover yourself. Tonight, we’re celebrating. Tonight, it’s you and me, baby. You don’t get to be shy. Not for me.”

“Okay, Nash,” I whisper, turning to look at him. He smiles, but motions for me to turn back around, so I do. I’m facing away from him now. Not being able to see what he’s doing makes me nervous.

I’m not sure what to expect next. We’ve always had good sex – great sex, even – but this is something else entirely. Nash is turning into a beast, full of prowess and energy, and I love every second of it. I love that he’s feasting his attention on me. I love that he’s making me feel like a fucking goddess.

He’s kneeling behind me now, and I’m very aware of the fact that my bottom is in front of his face. I’m a little embarrassed, but I’m also more turned on than I’ve ever been. Nash is behind me and he’s just looking at me. Something about this makes me feel feral. The raw sexual energy we’re creating is like nothing I’ve ever felt before and I just want more.

More.

All of it.

“Nash,” I groan, and he slides his hands up my thighs.

“You’re wet,” he says. He reaches between my thighs and cups my panties. They’re the thin, lacy black ones I picked out just for tonight. They’re the ones I wanted to be wearing when I told him about our future, when I told him the surprise. They’re the ones I wanted him to peel off me as we celebrated together.

It looks like my fantasy is about to become real.

“I’m always wet for you,” I murmur.

“I think about you all the time, Red,” he says. “I can’t get enough of you and your sweetness. Look at this perfect pussy,” he strokes me over my panties, but he’s right: they’re wet. I can feel every bit of his fingers as he pets me like a kitten. This just makes me even wetter, to the point where I feel like I’ll never be dry again. I need him inside of me, and soon, but he hasn’t even finished undressing me yet.

Nash grabs my panties with his teeth and yanks them down, pulling them off my body. When he stands up, he turns me around. I’m naked in front of him, but he’s still wearing pants, and I remember his plans to spank me.

In the heat of the moment, I had all but forgotten.

I got lost in everything he is.

“Are you ready, my naughty girl?” He asks.

Slowly, nervously, I nod my head, but it’s a lie. I’m not sure if I’m ready for what Nash has planned. I’m not sure if I’m ready for any of it, but my body is aching and if I don’t get a release soon, I’m going to break.

“Yes,” I tell him. “I’m ready.”

***

I crawl over Nash’s lap and he arranges me how he likes. I remind myself that it’s just me and Nash here: there’s no reason for me to be embarrassed. There’s no reason for me to be scared of what we’re about to do.

My little pep talk does little to calm my nerves, though. The truth is that I’ve never felt anything like this before. I’ve never been so nervous or excited about something sexual like this. I’m not sure that I’ve fantasized about being spanked. It’s never really been something I thought too much about, but now that we’re here? Now I wonder what I’ve been missing out on.

The bed supports my upper body, and I rest my cheek on the bed as he touches me. He’s playing with me, toying with me, but I like it. I like the way he’s petting my back, stroking my skin. I like the way he’s taking his time.

“You are a naughty girl,” he tells me once more. “You looked so sexy tonight, baby. I saw the way all the wolves were looking at you.”

At me?

No.

I shake my head softly. He must notice because he grips my hair and pulls it back, tugging on it slightly.