Page 13 of Hot Kisses

He wraps it around my eyes, tying it behind my head. The light from his luxurious suite is doused and the slightly scratchy fabric rubs against my temples. His heady cologne fills my nostrils and feather light kisses rain down my neck. With my sight taken, all my other senses are heightened and I melt toward him as he strokes his fingertips down the sides of my body.

Smack!

Another light slap against my bottom, coupled with a nip at my collarbone. And another.

“Do you want to learn to be a good girl?” he rumbles close to my ear.

“Yes,” I say instantly, reaching blindly for any part of him I can get a hold of.

He takes my hands and holds them tight in one of his while he spanks me again with the other.

“Then you’re going to let me make you come, again and again.”

“Okay.” I can barely breathe. My legs are trembling so that I’m about to fall flat, but he’s holding me in his powerful grip.

Smack!

Every part of me tingles from the point where his hand lands on my ass. My head tips back with a moan.

“Say yes, sir,” he tells me, caressing the spot he just spanked.

“Yes, sir, I want to learn,” I tell him.

Another short, sharp spank, and I hear his low chuckle as he lays me down on my back. My hands find his silky hair while he kisses his way down my belly. I almost miss his low growl when he reaches the crux of my thighs. I tighten my grip, certain I’ll end up with a handful of his hair. He doesn’t seem to mind and roughly spreads my legs wide before plunging his face between them.

Oh.

Oh my God. This is new. This is…

I can’t help tearing off the makeshift blindfold because I have to see what magic he’s performing on me right now. He looks up from where he’s circling my swollen nub with his tongue and raises an eyebrow at me.

“Please don’t stop,” I beg, dropping my head back down against the pile of pillows. “I’ll be good.”

Brian pauses, holding onto my legs as if they’re the last piece of wood left from a sinking ship. “You are good,” he tells me gruffly. “You’re perfect, Clarice.”

His words shatter me, or so I think. It’s only a moment later that he finds me again with his mouth, pressing hard, then soft, fast, then slow. He knows exactly what I need.

This time I don’t try to muffle my ecstasy because I know he wants to hear it. I barely hear my own noises because my second ever orgasm is rocketing up and down my body. He won’t let up, even when I’m grabbing at his hair, his shoulders, crushing him with my thighs.

When I’m limp and panting, he lays his cheek against my stomach. His own breath is sharp and when he reaches to cup my face, his hand is shaking.

“I’m so ready,” I tell him. “For everything.”

Moving the loose, damp hairs off my face, he lets his hand fall onto my chest. “Your first time has to be perfect.”

“This is pretty perfect,” I say, closing my eyes.

I’m worn out. Not just from the extreme highs he just gave me, but the relief of knowing I have time to fight Uncle Oliver is even more comforting than when he pulls himself up next to me and wraps me in a warm embrace.

“It’s going to be perfect,” he says again, in a voice that brooks no argument. I love being spanked and definitely want to do it again, but right now I like being cradled against his hard chest.

I stretch my leg across his body and he pulls the covers over us. I tip my chin up and he leans down to kiss me, gently, a smile on his lips. I close my eyes and drift into the first peaceful sleep I’ve had since before the fire.

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The next morning, I wake up to the smell of coffee and bacon. Leftover rain isn’t dripping onto my head. In fact, I’m toasty warm and encased in the softest sheets I’ve ever felt. This is not my van. It’s one of the swankiest hotels in town.

It all rushes back to me and I burrow under the covers, a grin taking over my face. I scoot over to feel Brian’s heat next to me, but the big bed is empty. Sitting up, I see that he’s not in the bedroom of his suite, and the door is closed.

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