‘You heard me. Come on. I won’t hurt you. But you do have to pay for doubting me. And how I feel about you. And yourself for that matter.’
‘How did I –’
‘You gave up on something you loved and that is self doubt. I understand why and I think it is … the most amazing thing ever but hey … I don’t make the rules.’
‘Actually, you do.’ She walked to him, dropped the robe, turned her body so he could see all of her. Her long legs, the flare of her hips, the bit of a swell at her belly from tasting food all day but fuck it – she was a chef. The jut of her breasts and the quickening pulse at her throat.
When he made an appreciative noise, she slowly draped herself over his lap. Feeling like electricity was sliding along and under her skin. Feeling like she couldn’t breathe but that it was all OK.
‘I say ten for being bad. For not having faith.’
‘I had faith. I just … had more love than faith, I guess,’ she said, trying to explain.
At that admission he stroked her bottom with gentle hands. When she shut her eyes and surrendered to the sensation he let the first blow fall with the head of the whisk. It didn’t hurt. Not really. It was more of a sharp tiny sting that quickly bled into an immense pleasure when mixed with her arousal.
He wasn’t hurting her. Not even close. In fact, what he was doing was –
The second blow fell and she felt his cock hard below her belly. Then a small gush of fluid between her legs. Two more soft kisses of the metal whisk to her bottom and he said, ‘Let’s see.’
Cole thrust three fingers into her pussy. It was a lazy teasing thrust that had her wriggling on her belly and trying to meet his touch more firmly.
‘Say you love me,’ he said.
When she opened her mouth he delivered three blows, somehow managing to synch them up with her ‘You. Love. Me.’
‘Smart ass,’ he chuckled. ‘Now for real. Say you love me. If you do.’
‘Oh you are evil,’ she said.
He pushed his fingers back into her cunt – driving deep. ‘And if you tell me, I might put you out of your misery.’
Oh how she wanted that. Oh how she was nearly dancing on his lap waiting to come. Wanting him in her. Needing his touch.
She heard him raise the whisk and this time it was she who synched it up when the gentle blows were delivered. ‘I. Love. You.’
‘That’s ten,’ he nearly growled and pulled her up onto his lap.
Their hands nearly warred each other to push his robe away and free his cock. He was long and hard and judging by the colour of him, beyond ready for her. ‘Come on, Jill.’
He grinned at her and it nearly felt like her heart broke but in a good way.
She straddled him, lowering herself onto him, inch by inch as her mouth tasted his mouth and her tongue stroked over his.
He held her hands behind her at the small of her back. All she could move was her lower body and he thrust up with each movement to meet her half way. She was full of him and he was sweet.
So sweet. His cock, the way he made love, the taste of him on her tongue. Her wet hair slapped between them and his grip on her wrists got a little harder. The fine bones ground together just enough to add that pain dimension to their pleasure.
Her cunt gripped up around him and the first spasm slammed her. ‘I love you,’ she said against his throat and he groaned.
‘Don’t. Not yet,’ he said and she understood. Don’t push him over the edge just yet. He wanted more.
Her orgasm stole her words for a minute. Those sweet sticky flickerings filling her and making her move mindlessly. Grinding and rocking and driving herself down on him so that she could work every last drop of it from her body.
He used her hair as a leash, gently tugging it so she had to pull back and look at him. ‘Good?’ he asked.
‘Good?’ she snickered. ‘Were you there? Phenomenal.’
He nodded once and stood, her legs still straddling his waist, her upper body wrapped round his. He walked them both into the room proper and they fell onto the bed. She took the brunt of his weight but he was still buried deep inside of her so it triggered another swelling rush of bliss in her pussy.
‘Oh, Jesus,’ she sighed.
Cole began moving in earnest, thrusting into her and holding her still so he had better leverage to penetrate her. His eyes penetrated her too and he cocked an eyebrow. ‘You can just call me Cole, but I’m flattered.’
She grabbed his face and kissed him, muttering against his throat before biting him right above where his pulse thundered. ‘Shut up and fuck me, Chef.’
‘Cheater,’ he managed to say before he was emptying into her. Coming with a loud roar that made the fine hair on her neck stand up and her belly roll with excitement. And then she came. Her orgasm slamming her hard just from hearing him come undone.
And come undone he did. But she came undone with him.
‘Good job, Best Chef,’ he whispered in her ear.
‘And you too, Best Chef.’
‘Hungry?’ Cole asked, kissing her throat. His hands roamed her body and her body hummed to life – as it always did for him.
This is what she’d been missing. For way too long.
‘Always,’ Jill said.
‘Good. You’ll need your strength.’
‘Oh yeah? For what?’
She touched his high cheekbone, his nose, his strong forehead, his lush lips. Cole sucked her fingertip into his mouth and Jill felt a resounding tug in her cunt at the sensation.
‘For seconds of that.’
‘Seconds?’
‘And thirds …’
‘And fourths?’ Jill laughed.
‘Now you’re getting the picture,’ he said. And then he kissed her.
Her stomach rumbled merrily and he sighed. ‘Let’s get that food for you.’
She held his face in her hands for just one more magical moment. The heat off his body enveloping hers. The look on his face making something in her chest loosen and warm. ‘And for dessert?’
Cole gave her that crooked half grin and touched her gently between the legs. Leaned in and kissed her murmuring against her lips. ‘Now what do you think, Chef.’
It wasn’t lost on Jill that every kiss felt like the first. Or that she would be dessert.
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