Page 12 of Hot Kisses

“No one’s ever touched you here? Never made your pussy this wet?”

Her head thrashes back and forth. She’s seconds from coming. I need to see that. Being the first man to ever make her feel this way is a powerful thing and as much as I want to make her eyes roll back and hear her scream, I have to make this moment last.

“My beautiful Clarice,” I say, moving my fingers as I watch her face. “Tell me how good it feels.”

“Better than anything,” she grits out. A moment later, her jaw goes slack and her hips rise.

Reaching for me with one hand and her other wrapped tightly in the bedding, she starts to moan. The sound crescendos until she slaps a hand over her mouth. I pull it away.

“No,” I tell her. “Let me hear you scream.”

She obeys me instantly, the sound reverberating around the big, airy room. I keep working her clit until she’s limp, then fall beside her, shaking from holding my own need back. Afterher ragged breathing calms down, she rolls to the side and gives me a soft, weak kiss that soon turns more frantic.

“That was amazing,” she whispers, keeping her eyes down. I tip up her chin, never wanting her to be shy around me. Her smile has me dragging her closer. “I want more, Brian.”

“Oh, do you?”

She nods, searching my face. “How are you so handsome?” she wonders.

I tug her hair back so I can trail kisses down her neck. “How are you so delicious?”

“Teach me,” she says and I stop to look at her, my mind overflowing with possibilities. “Teach me all the ways to feel good.”

Is Clarice trying to kill me? “Absolutely. Now, where to start?” I wonder aloud, leaning down to kiss her some more.

She stops me, eyes dancing, cheeks turning red again. “Um, there’s actually something I read about in a book once.”

Grinning at her, I motion for her to tell me. “Anything you want, little girl. Tell your teacher all about it.”

With a slightly nervous laugh, she pops up onto her knees, her perfect tits bouncing as she reaches for me. “Well, I was kind of naughty when I showed you how nasty the caves get, wasn’t I?”

My fingers curl in anticipation. “Very naughty,” I agree, tweaking a peach nipple.

“I think I might need a spanking.”

My eyes go wide at her request. When she drops forward onto her hands, her cute little ass in the air, I completely lose it.

Chapter 7

Clarice

What am I doing? It’s like I’ve become another person because of Brian. No, like I’ve become truly me. The crushing weight of losing my home has been lifted and his touch has sent me into the stratosphere.

And now I’m on all fours, the borrowed robe hanging open, begging this man to spank me. Seriously, what am I doing? I trust him though. Completely. He’s gone from a greedy, beach-destroying developer to someone who gets it. Gets me. And is willing to give me the time I need to figure things out. Maybe even help me.

None of that matters now as I turn to look at him, staring at me. His dark eyes move from my backside to my face, taking in every inch as if he’s meticulously deciding where to begin.

“Please, Brian.” I’m past embarrassment. He’s shown me what he can do and I want more. I want everything.

He comes closer, taking my hand and pulling me up against his chest. As he kisses me back into oblivion, he slides the robe off my shoulders. The terry cloth puddles against my calves as I kneel, pressed so close to Brian that I can feel his hot shaft pulsing against my belly.

I want to push away to get a closer look at it, maybe wrap my fingers around it, but then his fingers slide in between mythighs from behind and I shudder against him. There’s very little besides eager anticipation as he teases my most sensitive parts.

Then a swift smack. Not hard, but quick and breathtaking. He does it again, his fingers tapping my ass cheek as his tongue explores my mouth. I gasp and feel him smile as he lightly spanks me one more time.

It’s better than I ever imagined and when he pulls away, his look is so wicked that I shiver, even as I reach for him. I need his warmth pressed against me, need his hands and mouth on me. As he keeps smiling down at me, he tugs the wide cloth belt from the robe and holds it up to show me.

“Yes,” I whisper, not sure what he’s going to do, but desperate to find out.

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