Page 17 of Rediscovering Rubi

But he needed to stay in the moment, and in a positive mindset.

He kept his gaze on her face and his hands on her shoulders. “Do your breathing.”

She nodded once, then drew in a deep breath, held it for a moment, then slowly blew it out.

“Yeah, that’s my girl. You can do this.” When she started to close her eyes, he stopped her. “No, baby. Eyes on mine. Focus on me.”

Even in the dim light he could see how sky-blue her eyes were, could see how wide her pupils were with nerves as he did the breathing with her. Finally, she began to relax, and he felt it was time.

He untied her dress and slipped it from her shoulders. Her only response was a fluttering of her lashes. He hung it on a hook by the door, then went right back to her. And Lord, she was stunning in her pretty lingerie. If she only knew what she looked like through his eyes.

He would have to show her.

He took her hand and led her to the pair of padded black leather cuffs hanging from the chains in the center of the room. Gently, he drew one arm up, and kissed her wrist softly before buckling the cuff around it. She uttered a quiet sigh, letting him know she was in a good space. He did the same to the other wrist, laying a soft kiss there, then slipping it into the cuff and fastening the buckle.

He stood back, then, simply admiring her, the way her body was stretched out a bit. The lovely, luscious curve of her breasts in the lacy bra. He’d always loved her tits, and they’d gotten larger and softer after her pregnancies. So much more beautiful to him. He was getting hard, but he would make her pleasure his priority. Becauseshewas his priority.

He started by stroking her pale flesh with his hands: her sides, her hips, then up her arms, pausing to clasp her fingers in his while he kissed her mouth. She opened for him right away, and he deepened the kiss. God, this woman could kiss. How had he forgotten? He explored her mouth with his tongue, and she leaned into him, a sighing breath warming his lips as he pulled away.

Oh, yeah, his dick was rock-hard already, and he had to command himself to calm the fuck down.

He kept his hands on her body, sliding his palms over her ribcage, then higher, until he gathered her plump tits in his hands, loving the softness, the weight of them. He bent his head to kiss that silken flesh.

She moaned quietly, but when he brushed his fingertips over her nipples they were hardening already. He brushed them again, teasing them into two stiff points that pressed against the lace, and he was dying to get his mouth on them, but he forced himself to hold back.

This is all for her.

Instead, he pressed his body against hers and ran his hands up her spine, then down to her buttocks, pulling her in tight so she could feel how hard he was for her. And fuck, it felt so damn good, her soft, feminine body pressed up against his, the heat coming off her, along with her floral scent: orange blossoms and a hint of musk, her favorite perfume.

Focus.

He reached under the edge of her panties to pinch her smooth buttocks—small, teasing pinches, then harder, hard enough to hurt. She turned her face into his neck, and he felt her panting breath as he pinched harder and harder, then he drew one hand back and spanked her ass.

“Oh!”

Her surprise made him grin, and he did it again, and as he began an even rhythm, first one butt cheek, then the other, she pressed even harder against him, and he could feel her leaning her weight into the cuffs. That meant only one thing: she was on her way down to subspace.

He let her go, keeping a hand on her side as he moved around behind her, then stroking his fingertips down her spine, the sinuous curve of her lower back making him shiver with need.

Fuck.

It had been so damn long. And she was so damn hot. Her skin, the way her auburn hair hung over her shoulders. Her long legs in the high heels. The curves her body had acquired when she’d had their babies only made her softer, more feminine, more sensual.

He moved in behind her and pressed his body to hers, letting his bulging cock press against her plush buttocks.

Yeah.

She felt fucking amazing. So good, he had to force himself to step back and do what he needed to for her.

For her.

He pulled the big rice paddle from his back pocket—they’d gotten it years ago at an Asian market, and it had been one of their favorite pervertibles—and ran it over the back of one thigh.

“Mmm,” she sighed.

He gave her sweet ass a sharp smack, and she flinched the tiniest bit—more from surprise, he thought, than pain.

“Remember this, baby?” he asked before giving her another smack.

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