by Amelia James
“Roll over.” He pulled her panties off and spread her legs wide. He teased her with the paddle, gently slapping and stroking it along her inner thighs from her knees up to her glistening pink folds, but not touching her there. Not yet, he smiled.
She knew what he was thinking. Her clit swelled, and she held her breath, waiting for the sting to touch her there.
The paddle connected with a sticky slap. The stinging sensation brought tears to her eyes, and he quickly leaned over and began sucking her to relieve the pain.
Corrine arched into his mouth, not sure if she was seeking relief from the sting or if she was begging for more. Red-hot flames licked her senses. His tongue swirled around the throbbing bud, then his lips closed over it, kissing her gently. The tingling eased and she knew what she wanted. “More,” she gasped.
“Are you sure?”
She nodded and he lightly and quickly slapped the paddle against her clit. Corrine reached orgasm in a matter of seconds. It spiraled through her body, spinning out of control. A whirlwind of heat and flame lifted her to the heavens, then dropped her into her husband’s arms, leaving her breathless.
Stephen couldn’t wait any longer. He lowered his body on top of her, panting harder than she was.
“Wait,” she pushed against his chest. “I need to make sure you’re properly aroused.”
“I am.” He pressed his hard hot erection against her thigh. “Do you need more proof than that?”
She slid out from under him and picked up the paddle, tapping it against her palm. “Roll over. On your back.”
“On my back?” What a frightening, erotic thought.
“Oh yes.” She straddled his thighs and slid the paddle under his balls, lifting them, examining them as if she’d found some exotic curiosity.
Stephen held his breath, waiting for the slap that would wither his defenseless manhood.
She looked up at him and laughed when she saw him gnawing his lower lip. “Don’t you trust me?”
“Should I?”
She gave him such an innocent smile he almost believed her, but the minute she pulled back the paddle he jumped, throwing her to the floor.
“Are you okay, honey?” He lifted her onto the bed.
“You are going to be punished for that.” She pushed him down on his stomach, sat on his thighs, and paddled his tight bottom.
Stephen bit his lip and groaned into the pillow. Having his butt spanked so thoroughly was a thrilling sensation, but each paddle slap thrust his cock against the bed, doubling his pleasure. His rock hard cock was ready to burst, but he fought it back, living for the next slap, dying each time it connected.
Corrine stopped to catch her breath and felt the heat rising off her husband’s skin. She moved her hips up and straddled him, spreading her legs wide until her clit contacted his hot buttocks. She moaned and rocked on top him, gasping as his skin sizzled her wet flesh, having no idea he was losing control.
“Damn woman!” He grabbed her hips, lifted her, and turned, bringing her down on his fully erect cock. Holding her still, he struggled against the agony threatening to overcome him.
While he fought to maintain control of his senses, Corrine found the paddle and reached behind them, lightly tapping it against his tight balls.
“No!” He grabbed her hand and stopped her.
“You don’t like that?”
His lips formed a tight line. “I do. Too much.” He took the paddle from her and set it beside them. “Wait till I tell you.”
“All right.” Leaning over his chest to kiss him, she slowly ground down on his cock, squeezing him tight, while his hands caressed her bottom. She sat up and they both took her breasts in their hands and pinched her tight nipples while she rode him. Stephen’s desire cooled enough to let him take his time pleasing his wife. He slipped his fingers between her legs, caressing and stroking her, smiling when she moaned and bit her lip. Thick liquid heat seeped through her limbs like melting wax. Corrine’s head fell back on her shoulders, tumbling her long black hair to her waist. She clasped her hands over her breasts, rolling her nipples between her fingers, bringing the melting heat to a furious boil. Her breath caught in her throat and then she screamed as she boiled over, spilling hot juices down his cock.
Stephen tightened his grip on her hips, grinding with her as his agony returned, hotter than before. “Now!”
One slap was all it took. He shot into her so hard she fell forward, gasping for breath. He wrapped his arms around her as violent shudders ripped through him until he was left as breathless as his wife.
“Where…did you get…that idea?” Stephen spit the question out between gasps.
“Oh,” Corrine panted. “Um…Michelle.”
“Thank her for me.” He pulled her close and kissed her, lingering on her lips. Rolling onto their sides, he nestled her in his arms, figuring he’d better not ask for dinner until he was safely out of the doghouse. “Do you still want time away from me?”
Corrine glared at him, picked up the paddle, and bonked him on the head.
“Ow!”
“When are you going to get it?” She was so tempted to smack him again. “I just want some quiet time for me. That’s all.”
“The only time it’s quiet around here is when everyone is gone.”
“Exactly.”
Finally, it made sense. He could escape home at work and escape work at home. But Corrine had no escape, no time to just get away. Stephen smiled as the solution suddenly became clear. “Ok. How about if I take the kids to my mom’s on Mother’s Day so you can have the day to yourself?”
“Really?” She couldn’t believe he finally understood.
“You can sleep in, go shopping, read a book… whatever you want to do.”
Corrine’s smile lit up her eyes. “I love you!”
“I know.” Stephen loved that smile. “Now what’s for dinner, woman?”
“Anything you want.” She drew her fingertip along his lower lip. “And me for dessert.”
Performance Anxiety
“I’m not wearing any underwear.”
Scott Martin’s fork hit his plate with a ringing clatter, drawing irritated glances from several of the restaurant’s patrons. He picked it up and gave his new bride a heated look, trying to decide if he should be angry or aroused. “If I knew that, I never would’ve let you out of our hotel room.”
“I know,” Natalie Martin smiled. “You would’ve taken me back to bed, ripped off my dress and—”
“I don’t think we’d make it to the bed.” After that tempting revelation, he was ready to take her right there on the table. He shifted in his chair and inspected her, hoping no one could tell she was naked under her dress. The silky pink fabric draped lightly over her breasts, and the subtle rose pattern made it difficult to tell if her nipples were erect unless someone looked close. Scott smiled and looked close. Her nipples ripened under her dress like plump juicy raspberries. God he loved raspberries. His eyes slid down her body. Her loose fluttered skirt made it impossible to tell she was going without, but she wasn’t wearing pantyhose either. All he had to do was slide his hand up her thigh—
“I know what you’re thinking.”
“Is that right?” He met her dancing green eyes and she smiled at him. “We’ve been married two days and you can already read my mind?”
“All you have to do is slide your hand up my thigh, and you can do all kinds of wicked things with your fingers.” Her heart pounded just saying the words.
Damn. She did read his mind. “Now that you mention it….” He reached for her hem but she pulled her leg under the table. Scott laughed. “Trying to bluff me, baby?”
“Maybe,” Natalie looked around the dining room and lowered her voice. “But as soon as we get out of here I’m serving me for dessert.”
“As soon as we get back to the hotel.” The sooner the better, Scott decided. Where was that damn waiter?
“Not necessarily.” She left the suggestion unsaid and
waited for his reaction.
Scott raised his eyebrows. “Here?” He looked around, studying the restaurant’s layout. The popular seafood place was loaded with tourists, and its décor wasn’t exactly suited for an intimate rendezvous. A few miniature palm trees secluded their table but not nearly enough for what he had in mind. There weren’t any dark corners, and he didn’t even want to think about taking her into a public restroom.
“Or someplace in between.” Natalie watched him, trying to read his thoughts. He was so damn sexy when his mind was working. His furrowed black brows enhanced the silver flecks in his gray eyes, lending a focused intensity to his chiseled features. Long fingers ruffled his silky black hair as he discarded one idea after another. Should she give him a hint? “I’ve always wanted to make love outdoors.”
Now that was an idea worth pursuing. Scott grinned then winced. “Can’t do it here. Too many tourists.” They’d dreamed about a honeymoon at Disney World since the moment they were engaged, but they didn’t expect it to be so busy in the off-season. “Someone might see us.”
Natalie’s heart fluttered at the thought. “But isn’t that half the fun?”
“Being watched?”
“Taking the risk.”
“Oh…I don’t know about that.” Scott wasn’t a prude. Far from it, in fact, but he preferred to keep their sexual adventures behind closed doors. “I’m not letting anyone else see me naked.”
“Why not? I love your body.” She rested her chin in her hands and leaned over the table, mentally undressing his long, lean, hard body. His buttoned shirt revealed just a sprinkling of crisp black hair covering his tanned chest. Her eyes slid lower, following the dark line to his swelling erection. Natalie’s fingers curled against her cheek, itching to touch him. Where was that damn waiter?
“Then I’m not letting anyone else see you naked.” Just the thought of someone other than him seeing her long blond hair bouncing on her bare shoulders while she rode him was enough to provoke an overprotective reaction. He shook his head and stabbed his plate.
“But we don’t have to take off all our clothes.” Natalie’s voice lowered into a soft seductive purr as she imagined what she’d do with her husband naked—on their table, in the street, in their hotel room—anywhere.
He toyed with the idea, imagining her skirt pushed up around her waist, spaghetti straps sliding down her shoulders. “That’s true,” he whispered, his own voice husky with longing. “I promise, as soon as we get back to our room, I’ll help myself to your dessert.” But he couldn’t help himself to a stolen caress of her thigh, slipping his fingers under her skirt to tease the golden curls between her legs.
Natalie bit her lip to keep from moaning. She spotted the waiter and signaled for the check.
“Will there be anything for dessert this evening?” The waiter showed them the dessert menu, but Natalie giggled while Scott shook his head.
“Not here,” Scott winked.
The waiter gave him a knowing smile then handed him the check.
The Florida night was steamy and hot. A warm tropical breeze stirred the palm trees, lifting Natalie’s skirt enough to give Scott a tempting peek at the back of her thighs. “Let’s get a cab.” He couldn’t get back to the hotel soon enough.
“But it’s so nice out,” Natalie smiled and tugged on his arm, pulling him away from the curb. “Let’s walk.”
“I thought you were anxious to get back to our room.” Scott shifted, adjusting the bulge in his pants.
“We have all night,” she purred, slipping an arm around his waist.
He leaned down and kissed her, pulling her close. “Lead the way, baby.”
Their hotel was three blocks down the street and two blocks over, so Natalie decided to cut through the park. The sun set hours ago and the moonless night was very dark, but she felt safe with her husband beside her. An empty swing moved slowly in the humid wind, inviting her to sit and enjoy.
Scott stood behind her and pushed, mesmerized by her wind-tossed golden hair, her girlish peals of laughter, and her joyous smile. The swing was obviously built for a child, too close to the ground for Natalie to tuck her long legs under. She had to spread them apart as she passed, so Scott moved in front of her to get a better look. Her skirt flew up into her lap, revealing everything she wasn’t wearing. He leaned against a palm tree and just watched her, feeling his blood boil every time her thighs pumped and parted.
Natalie was watching him, too. The rush of warm moist air over her naked skin was absolutely thrilling. She kicked her legs high, flipping her skirt up to her waist, and grinned at the reaction she got from her husband.
He stepped in front of her, grabbed the swing, and pulled her to a stop. “You’re just looking for trouble, aren’t you?”
“Have I found it?”
Scott grunted and kissed her, feasting on her mouth like it was a tropical delicacy. “Let’s go back to the hotel,” he said, breathing the words on her lips.
“I can’t wait that long.” She locked her ankles behind his knees and held him there. “There’s no one here, no one will see us.” If she could only convince him.
He wasn’t buying it. “But someone could come—”
“No one is going to come.” A wicked smile danced in her eyes. “Especially if you don’t stop worrying and stick your tongue between my legs.”
God he loved it when she talked like that. His groin ached from wanting her. He couldn’t believe he was actually thinking about making love to her right there in the middle of a public park. So why didn’t he? The possibility of someone seeing them warred with his need to satisfy her. Scott looked around. The park was empty. He looked back at his wife, waiting for him to make the next move. She was impossible to resist in ordinary circumstances. How could he resist her now? He felt her calves tighten around his legs, pulling him close. Even if someone did see them, what was the worst that could happen? He decided not to think about that and grabbed Natalie behind her knees, lifted her up in the swing, and plunged his tongue into her hot pink flesh.
“Oh Scott!” Natalie gasped and shifted forward in the swing, demanding all of his mouth. His sudden change of mind surprised her, but she wasn’t about to complain. Going without underwear definitely had its advantages.
He draped her knees over his shoulders and slid his hands up her thighs and under her skirt so he could caress her tight bottom. The humid night air mixed with his wife’s steamy scent nearly overloaded his senses. Shivers ran down his spine, but cold was the last thing he was feeling as he wondered why they never made love outside before. It was because of him, Scott realized. Because he was afraid of being caught. Natalie let out a moan her husband felt all the way to the ground, and right then he vowed he’d never be afraid to make love to her anywhere or anytime. He stopped looking over her shoulders and closed his eyes, losing himself and all his fears in her luscious body.
Natalie felt the chills too—and heat at the same time. She tightened her grip on the swing and leaned back, lifting her mound closer to his circling tongue. His lips burned hot against her, and his nibbling teeth sent icy shivers racing through her heated limbs. Bracing her legs on his shoulders, she slipped the spaghetti straps down her arms, pushing her dress below her breasts. A sudden breeze tickled her plump nipples, and she took both her breasts in her hand, rubbing them together, rolling her fingertips over the tight peaks. Scott’s groan vibrated her clit and she squealed. “Do that again!”
So he did. Humming against her clit, he slid two fingers into her pussy and slowly stroked the tight wet chamber. Desperately wishing for more hands, Natalie pinched one nipple, then the other. Her thighs clenched and relaxed—and clenched again.
Harder and faster and tighter—Natalie’s body responded to his ministrations with increasing force. The chills disappeared under the waves of heat engulfing her. Her entire body went rigid, lifting off the swing as wave after wave carried her into oblivion. She didn’t even feel the soft kisses Scott pressed against her t
hrobbing bud until it exploded under his mouth, taking her away on another crest of all-consuming fire.
Holding her close, Scott unzipped his pants, and pulled her—swing and all—onto his fully erect cock. Natalie slid forward so her back was resting on the seat and lifted her legs, locking her ankles behind his neck. This was so much more than she expected, and she loved every minute of it.
He put one hand on her hip and the other on the swing, pushing her away then pulling her back in. Oh…my…god, Scott groaned. The movement was so smooth and so perfect. He grinned down at his enraptured wife. “Kinda gives a new meaning to the word ‘swinging,’ doesn’t it?”
“Oooohhh,” was all she could say.
He didn’t have to move at all. The swing did all the work, allowing him to focus on the pure bliss coursing through his veins. Long, slow, deep strokes over and over and over again drove Scott completely mindless with pleasure. He couldn’t tell where she ended and he began. Smiling, he remembered his wedding vows, knowing what it meant to be one flesh with his wife.
But something foreign distracted him. A car horn, or maybe laughter, he wasn’t sure what. He opened his eyes and saw four people walking through the park just a few yards away. But, he realized, he didn’t care. Scott looked down at his wife’s flushed face and dewy skin and lost all interest in everything else.
Natalie leaned back and let the blood rush to her head, floating on a dizzying spiral of passion. A hot breeze caressed her naked bottom, licking between her damp thighs. She tightened her muscles and the swing magnified that slight movement, drawing Scott’s cock deeper into her. She gasped and tightened again, marveling that the least effort produced such a wonderful result.
Scott growled and pulled her hard against his groin, feeling quite proud when she squealed and grabbed the swing for support. He picked up the pace, thrusting hard and fast, grinding into her. The spiral coiled tight, quivering with pent-up tension, aching for release.
But just when Natalie’s ache was about to be soothed, Scott stopped, holding her fully impaled and motionless. Then, slowly, he drew out of her, agonizing as her flesh surrendered. He sank back in just as slowly, and her body welcomed the deliberate invasion. Pulling all the way out, he rubbed his wet erection over her clit before slipping deep inside her hot center.
