Page 63 of Dark Horizon New Dawn

"No. Just treat them gently."

It pleased Peter that Marina was instructing him. It meant that she felt comfortable with him and given what she'd been through and who he was, that was no small accomplishment.

He ran his thumb over her nipple and then kissed it and took it between his lips, gently sucking on it.

Marina moaned. "That's good."

He smoothed a hand down her belly, and as he reached the apex of her thighs, she spread them for him, and as he feathered his fingers over her moist slit, he reached behind her with his other hand and did the same to the seam between her ass cheeks.

"You're so bad," she breathed, her face reddening either with excitement or embarrassment or both.

"On the contrary. I think I'm so good." He pressed his thumb against her rear opening and at the same time rubbed his finger over her clit. "Tell me this feels bad."

She bit down on her lower lip and shook her head.

"I didn't hear that. What did you say?" He applied a little more pressure to the small rosette.

"It's bad." She smiled sheepishly.

He laughed. "Liar." He slapped her bottom. "Liars get spanked, Marina. So, let me ask you again? Does it feel bad?" He returned his thumb to her rear entrance.

"It feels good." She worried her lower lip. "But if I say that it feels bad, would you spank me again?"

"You like that, don't you?"

"I hate it."

He laughed and slapped her bottom again, then leaned and sealed her lips with his own.

Working her front and back at the same time, he had her writhing in no time. "Come for me," he commanded as he plunged three fingers into her wet heat and pushed the thumb of his other hand against her rear opening.

She gasped and writhed, and as he added the heel of his palm, pressing it against that most sensitive bundle of nerves, her body arched, and she came, screaming silently this time.

Watching her come apart from just his fingers was satisfying as fuck, and she was so beautiful to him at that moment that he wanted to pull out his phone and take a picture.

Instead, he kept pumping and massaging until her tremors subsided.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her on top of him, and for a long moment, she just lay there, exhausted by her climax, her cheek resting on his chest and her breath fanning over his throat.

He was as hard as a rock, but he didn't want to rush her. Caressing her back, he murmured words of praise, and if she fell asleep on him, it would have been fine as well. But after several minutes, she lifted her head and gifted him with a lazy, satisfied smile.

"I might never want to leave this bed."

"Then don't."

She wiggled, rubbing herself against his hard length. "I owe you an orgasm."

"You don't owe me a thing." He squeezed her bottom. "But if you want to avail yourself of my pleasure stick, you are more than welcome."

She laughed. "Pleasure stick. I haven't heard that one before." She pushed up until she was straddling his thighs and took his erection in her hand. "I want to take a taste."

He lifted his arms and tucked his hands under his head. "Be my guest."

She bent forward and was about to take him into her mouth when his phone rang.

He frowned. It was never good news when he got a call so early in the morning, and the timing sucked. "I hate to interrupt your tasting session, but I have to take it."

Pouting in disappointment, she leaned over to the nightstand and retrieved the phone for him.

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