His stubble scraped her back when he moved lower, placing hot, wet kisses down her spine and under her shoulder blades. “Maybe,” he supposed, settling his stiff length against the crease of her buttocks, “it was when I called you a good girl for taking my cock so well?”
Good girl it is, he smiled against her skin, her shudder telling him exactly what he’d needed to know.
She was going to die, she decided. This man, his filthy mouth and his sweet touch were going to drive her stark raving mad. He’d turned her into a sex-crazed wanton and that was before he’d given her an orgasm. Now that he’d begun to learn what affected her, she knew she stood no chance against his prowess. How had she ever thought she would survive a casual fling with him? She was addicted already and only expected this symptom to worsen.
“Do you like it when I touch you, Doc?”
“Yes,” she whined, trying to twist her body to face him but he was too strong.
“Tell me more. What else do you like?” He held her shoulder so that she would stay belly down. He used the pad of his thumb and applied pressure at her lower back, massaging her in a spot that had her melting into his touch.
“I like how you make me feel. Like I’m desirable.”
“You are,” came his emphatic response. “So much. You're my own personal fantasy come to life. Your gorgeous breasts fill my hands perfectly, your pretty lips fit mine like they were made for me, and your luscious ass—work of art. I want to bite it every time I see you walk in those short pyjamas.” He spanked her, the suddenness of it startling her. It barely stung but left a clear result in how wet she got.
Aditi was certain she was dripping onto the sheets at this point. She threw a look back at him, surprised with herself. There was so much she was learning about her own body and Rian had barely begun.
“Was that too hard?” he asked, watching her with that deeply contemplative look. His thumbs pressed into her flesh, working them, loosening them for him.
“No. Just sudden.”
“Do you want me to do it again?”
The throbbing between her legs intensified at the thought.
“I. . .yes,” she gulped. “But not too rough.”
“I don’t want to cause you pain, Sunshine,” she heard him say, spanking each butt-cheek for demonstration. He rubbed over the same spots with gentle, circular motions that soothed the sting away. “I want to know what drives you mad with lust.”
Another spank.
“I will learn every little thing that turns you on,” he promised, dipping his tongue into her mouth just as his palm landed on her ass once more, the vibration twisting the coil of need within her even more.
“Such a beautiful body. So responsive.” His praise had her wanting to preen. He trailed his fingers along her waist chain before flicking her nipple at the same time as slapping the rounded flesh of her ass. Hard.
She jolted, the momentary pain making her body ache for the promise of pleasure.
“Rian,” she whimpered, feeling like she’d been teased into a crescendo that only led to insanity.
“You’re ready for me, aren’t you?” he asked, biting down on the spot that connected her neck and shoulder.
“Yes.”
“Yes, what?”
“Yes, Chef!” she exclaimed, hoping he’d give her what she wanted now that he’d gotten her to say the words he wanted to hear.
“Do you want it fast or slow?”
“Fast, please.”
The chuckle in her ear warmed her blood.
“So fucking polite. No wonder you like being called a good girl,” he hummed, deliberately taunting her. “Are you going to be polite when you come all over my cock?”
She nearly orgasmed at the thought.
“Tell me what else you like,” he whispered, tugging at her earlobe, his hand slipping between her thighs to find her soaking and swollen.