Free Untamed Hunger by Aubrey Ross Page B

caught the bend of her knees.
    He moved slowly, focusing them both on the slide of his shaft in and out of her pussy. Her clit twitched and her nipples tingled, but she surrendered entirely to him, trusting him with her pleasure, just trusting him.
    Sasha looked so incredibly lovely spread before him in willing submission, but he knew the position wouldn’t remain comfortable and he wanted this time to last. He moved his hands to her waist and pushed in deep.
    “Grab me with your legs. I want to swing you around the other way.”
    “How many ways do you swing?” She laughed, but did as he directed.
    “Now raise your arms above your head. I think this will work a little better.” He waited until her legs released, then started thrusting again.
    A gradual smile parted her lips and she turned her face away.
    “Don’t hide your reactions from me. What’s making you smile?”
    “This makes it seem like we’re playing doctor, and I’m feeling especially naughty.”
    Lust blasted his composure and he momentarily lost his rhythm. “Speaking of naughty, we need to discuss your punishment.”
    “You didn’t tell me not to come,” she objected, but mischief brightened her eyes.
    “Why did you apologize if you’d done nothing wrong?” He pulled out and mustered his sternest expression. This might be playful, but the lessons were important.
    “Because my pleasure belongs to you now, and I come when you decide I deserve it.”
    “Or when you genuinely need it or whenever it pleases me. The important thing is I control your pleasure and you deprived me of that privilege twice. Do you disagree with anything I’ve said?”
    She remained on her back, arms over her head, legs draping his arms. “No, sir.”
    Despite the words, she didn’t sound quite convinced. Cream made her folds shiny and gleamed on her inner thighs. A rivulet of pearly liquid trailed out and disappeared into the crease of her ass. He closed his eyes against the temptation. He’d just begun to earn her trust. Nothing would compromise the progress they’d made.
    A idea took shape within his mind, a creative, titillating taste of the pleasures he intended for them to share. “Turn over. Draw your knees beneath you, then spread your legs far enough for your feet to dangle off each side of the table.”
    Her eyes widened with uncertainty, but she rotated her torso and he helped her turn over. Then he stood back and watched her position herself as he’d described. Her slim body was folded nearly in half, ass in the air, forearms on the table. She was craning her neck so she could see him, but he couldn’t allow even that. She needed to realize she could trust him even when she couldn’t see what he was doing.
    “Lower your head and close your eyes.”
    Only after she’d complied did he continue. He stroked her body, massaging tense muscles and caressing smooth skin. Working from her shoulders down to her delightfully curved ass, he gave the tempting cheeks a firm squeeze, then headed up her other side to her shoulder.
    He dragged the fastener off the end of her braid and unwove her hair with his fingers. Color came alive within the thick strands, crimson and copper and gold. He spread the thick mass over her back and rubbed her skin with its softness.
    “I’ve never seen your hair unbound before. It’s lovely.”
    “Thank you, sir.” Her response was stronger, her tone even.
    Moving closer to the foot of the table, he rested one hand on the small of her back and caressed her ass with the other. “Have you earned punishment?”
    “Yes, sir. As soon as I saw your expression, I knew you were struggling for control just as hard as I was. I selfishly chose to come rather than waiting for you.”
    Pleased by the detail in her answer, his determination faltered. What if pain extinguished her excitement rather than intensifying the burn? She was his mate! He would not cheat her out of new experiences because he was afraid.
    Reaching between her legs