darkened.
"I thought you don't read the papers, lady."
"I-I don't, but there's been rumors and, well, I do have some experience."
She mentally crossed her fingers at her fib. Sylvia had experience and then some, but he was right. She was so not ready to have that discussion now. It would dredge up a past she didn't need to remember, not now.
The tight set of his shoulders relaxed slightly , and she breathed a sigh of relief. She really didn't want to piss him off, and she was suddenly desperate to see if this would be as erotic as it had been—before Richard.
"So, you're familiar with the traffic lights then?" he finally asked with a small smile.
"Yes, Si… I mean, yes I am."
Heat rose in her cheeks under his quiet regard, and finally he nodded.
"So be it. I trust you to use it, not that I have any intention of being too hard on you, but I've fantasized about reddening that delicious ass of yours since I met you."
He laughed at her astonished snort in response.
"You have?" she asked, not really believing a word of it. He had to be kidding. "No need to humor me. In case you haven’t noticed I'm in your bed and a pretty safe bet by now, you know."
His expression darkened again , and her stomach dropped in delicious anticipation.
"For that inane comment you've just earned yourself some extra spanks. We'll have to work on that warped self-image of yours. You're a beautiful, desirable woman."
He pushed her head back on the bed and then delivered an openhanded swat to her backside with enough force to make her yelp.
The impact stung, really stung. Maybe this wasn't such a good idea, after all. Three more spanks followed in such quick succession that she couldn't catch her breath. Tears clouded her vision, and then he stopped and soothed the sting away with his hand.
"Color?" he asked.
She hesitated, not at all sure what she was feeling right now, and he pulled her head up again to make her look at him.
It was the concern she read in his eyes that made her mind up for her.
"Green, I'm green … I think. Don't stop, please."
He smiled in answer and lowered her head back down on the bed. The swats that followed stung with their intensity as he hit a different spot on her ass every time, until her skin was on fire and waves of heat rolled from her butt all over her skin, and she was so aroused that wetness coated the tops of her thighs. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy felt swollen and desperate for his touch.
When he finally stopped and ran his fingers through her nether lips that slight touch alone sent her tumbling in the abyss , and she screamed her orgasm into the cushion. He plunged his fingers deep into her vagina, curling them in such a way that he hit her sweet spot, and he finger fucked her into several more orgasms that left her breathless and lying limp in a sweaty heap on the bed.
One last swat to her sore ass made her lift her head, and he rolled her over with a silent chuckle and pulled her into his embrace. By the time her breathing finally slowed down, the sting in her ass cheeks had subsided to a slight, delicious ache , and she rubbed her butt over the sheets to re-create those feelings of bliss.
He noticed of course and propped himself up one elbow to study her.
"I think someone enjoyed that rather a lot, and now it's my turn."
He winked at her , and her embarrassment fled. Sven's gaze zeroed in on her still covered breasts, and her nipples firmed even more under his heated appraisal. They strained against the confines of her bra, and she sucked in a breath when his hand skimmed across the hard buds with his knuckles. He dipped his head and claimed one aching tip through the lace and suckled hard. His groan matched hers, when he finally tucked the bra cups down. Both of his large hands took the aching globes and squeezed them together. His mouth swapped from one to the other, biting down on each tip, and then soothing the sting with his kisses. He mumbled to