I wasn’t experienced enough for this man and his mouth. He was the starring character in every sex dream I’d ever had. In those dreams, I was just as confident as he was.
The reality was very different.
“Hold on to the bed frame.”
I had no idea what he was doing. But I did as he said, crawling across the bed to kneel at the top. I placed both hands on the wrought iron that decorated the headboard.
I didn’t dare look over my shoulder at him when the bed dipped and squeaked behind me. He moved in close, still fully clothed, so he was kneeling right behind me.
His hand landed on the back of my neck, squeezing tightly. His palm was warm, and the tight grip turned into a kneading massage, his fingers digging into the tense muscles there before slowly moving lower. His massage became a featherlight touch, dancing down my spine and fluttering over my lower back. There, it smoothed out into a flat palm against my skin, sliding down until he cupped a handful of my ass. “Gonna spank you now, baby girl.”
Without waiting for me to say yes or no, his palm connected sharp and fierce with my naked behind.
I yelped, not at the pain, but at the pleasure it sent spinning straight into my core. A gush of arousal bloomed there.
War’s palm smoothed over the sting, massaging it away. “I don’t ever want to hear you talk about yourself like you did just before. It’s insulting. To you, and to me for wanting your body the way it is.”
I nodded quickly. Though I knew it wouldn’t be that simple. I couldn’t simply turn off years of hating the way I looked just because he told me to. But for tonight, I could pretend I could.
“Spread your legs. I’m gonna kneel there.”
I widened my knees, and War moved between them, his hands roaming all over my ass. Every now and then, his erection, still locked behind his jeans, brushed against me, but he never let me feel it properly.
“You wet for me, Bliss?”
I nodded.
“I want to feel it.”
I let out a tiny moan of approval. He moved in closer, one hand circling around to the front to stroke my pussy.
His finger found my clit, and at the same time, his palm smacked my ass again.
The feeling was electric. I slumped forward onto the headboard, while War made encouraging little noises in the back of his throat. “I’ve got you.”
He picked up the pace on my clit, rubbing two fingers in circles over it while he spanked me again. Every time his hand landed on my ass, it was with a practiced speed and strength that left me tingling and wanting more, rather than actually in pain. My ass would be pink, no doubt, but not bruised.
All the while, he never let up on my clit. The pleasure vibrated through me until I had my head resting on the headboard, along with my arms, my ass jutted back while he drove me toward orgasm.
“Look at you, fucking presenting yourself to me like that,” he murmured. “How could you ever think you aren’t beautiful, Bliss? I’m so fucking hard right now that if I didn’t have to taste you, I’d be slamming myself inside you.
His big hand moved to between my shoulder blades, and he pushed me down so my face was buried in his pillows, my ass in the air. I panted into them, feeling incredibly exposed, and yet all I wanted to do was exactly what he told me. I was on display, but it was the dirtiest, most erotic thing I’d ever done, and I wanted more.
His hands slid up the backs of my thighs, spreading them as wide as I could go before coming to rest on my ass. He spread me there too, and I gasped.
“Shh, baby girl. Ain’t nobody ever touch you there?”
“No,” I murmured.
“Good.”
Oh God, why was the possessiveness in his voice so damn hot?
I didn’t get time to think that through because then his mouth was covering my pussy.
He kissed me there like he kissed my mouth. Long, open-mouthed sucking with slow and intruding strokes of his tongue. It flickered over my clit, sending the little bud wild, then switched to licking up my arousal. He plunged in and out of me like his tongue was his cock, fucking me. He speared me deep, then drew back to my ass, tonguing there as well.
“Oh my God,” I yelled into the pillow, grateful they muffled my surprised shout.
War chuckled. “Yell it louder, baby girl. Until you’re comfortable with me fucking you in front of other people, I want everyone out there to at least hear what I’m doing to you.”
I was so out of my depth with him. There was no way this was ever going to happen again. I couldn’t be that girl he wanted me to be, having public sex and God knows what else because I was sure that was just the very tip of the iceberg with him.