The story his eyes told was lewd, titillating, terrifying, and the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. Aware of how close he was to losing control, she held perfectly still.
In the mirror, she watched him stare at her backside. She clenched her ass in response and whimpered when he grunted, “I see the precariousness of this position has occurred to you.”
She bit her lip, harder this time, and nodded at his reflection.
He released her hair and stroked her back. His hands held her hips, and she trembled uncontrollably when he moved into position. Watching transfixed while he rubbed his shaft on the crease of her ass, Summer alternated between panting and holding her breath.
When his hand moved between her legs and teased her pussy, she winced.
“And that, my goddess of sluts, is why we won’t be fucking.”
“Wha-what?” She stammered with disappointment.
“I have something different in mind.”
Summer felt the floor drop out underneath her when she saw his hand slide into his robe’s pocket and produce the drugstore sleep mask he bought before their first time. He showed it to her and put it back in his pocket.
“Arnie!” she gasped excitedly.
He chuckled. “Should I assume my hot little virgin likes it kinky?”
She giggled. “Is a blindfold kinky? Shit. I was hoping for something a little more, um, spirited,” she teased.
The heavy, drenching passion from a minute ago was squeezed out by silliness when he laughed. Once again, he smacked her ass but followed up the whack with a warm caress.
“You do realize I could just pull a fuck it and do you right here, like this, without regard for how sore you are.”
“But you won’t.” She snickered.
He pulled her upright and made her watch their reflection while he touched her all over. She bucked into his hand when he cupped her mound.
“If I asked you to touch yourself, would you?” His husky whisper made her shake.
She met his eyes, hesitated, and then shook her head. She’d need to have a serious pep talk with herself and check her inhibitions—such as they were—at the door before she’d be ready for show and tell.
Oddly, though, he seemed delighted with her refusal. He chuckled and pinched a nipple. “Your shyness is a powerful turn-on.”
“Why?” Genuinely interested, she waited on his reply.
His blue eyes gleamed. “Because it’s real, and you aren’t playing a part.”
Running his warm hands up and down her arms, he nibbled on her earlobe and spoke in a sexy growl. “Have you ever heard of sensory play?”
Huh? What? She shivered when his hot breath tickled her skin. Thankfully, he didn’t expect an answer and kept right on talking.
“Most people automatically think of the pain-pleasure activity found in books and movies.”
His fingers drifted softly down her arm. Shaking with need, Summer hung on his words.
“Your response to some tame spanking suggests an interest on your part.”
She whimpered. Was that a response? She didn’t know or care.
Switching sides, he tickled the skin on her other arm, and she swore her nipples got harder.
“I prefer the flip side of the coin where pleasure is the only aim.”
What did he mean?
“You’ve been such a good girl”—he chuckled—“and I mean that.”
Her eyes dropped momentarily while she managed a laugh.
“Your pussy wants me.” He grinned with such cocky arrogance that the giggle she barely managed happened anyway.
“Is it that obvious?” she asked.
“Yes, Summer. It is. I feel you burning up with desire.”
He put both hands on the sides of her head and held it. She couldn’t look away.
“Right this second, you’re imagining my cock deep inside you.”
She blushed dark red and bit her lip.
“My golden slut likes fucking,” he growled lustfully into her ear. “Fingers, cock.” His sexy smirk sent her into a free fall. “But if I take you again so soon, you’ll hate me in the morning.”
Oh.
Damn. Her face fell, and a pout appeared.
“So here’s what we’re going to do.” The amusement in his voice wasn’t subtle.
His hands released her head and dropped to her shoulders. They stared at each other.
“We’re going to discover all your pleasure spots—head to toes.”
She liked the way that sounded and let her interest show on her face. Arnie was already smiling—it was one of his sexiest features. When she reacted positively, his smile morphed into a leering smirk that had the power to trigger a ten-alarm fire in her undies—if she was wearing any.
Brushing her hair away, he leaned close and breathed deeply. The thundering beat of her heart made Summer catch her breath