Big Spankable Asses (16 page)

N
icholas rubbed his hand soothingly down Mel’s back, wondering just how long she planned to keep her face hidden in his neck. It had already been at least two minutes. He knew the orgasm had shaken her and that she was probably also embarrassed, but it had been beautiful to watch and had made him even harder and hornier. And he wasn’t finished with her yet.

Mel knew she couldn’t stay like that forever, but she honestly couldn’t move. She felt lethargic, her limbs and neck too heavy to lift. She sighed, actually feeling like she could take a brief nap. She resisted snuggling, but only because she wanted more of what he had just given her. Tiredly she lifted her head to look at him.

“Ah, Sleeping Beauty stirs,” Nicholas teased her and laughed when she blushed. He rubbed her back some more. “Are you all right, Lindy?”

Mel arched a brow. “What do you think? Aren’t you the one who told me that orgasms are our friends?” She smiled when he chuckled. “I didn’t know it could be like that,” she said, her voice a little awed.

“It can be even better,” he assured her.

Her look said
stop playing
. She pressed her lips to his with a murmured “thank you.”

Nicholas bit her lip, taking the kiss from chaste to amorous in a matter of seconds. He slid his hand under her ass and fingered the small swath of skin that separated her vagina from her anus, holding her tightly when she jerked against him and moaned into his mouth.

Mel lifted her head and looked at him in surprise. Her eyes were drenched with renewed need, and she tried not to squirm as he continued to finger that incredibly sensitive skin. “Again, Nicholas?” she barely gasped out before closing her eyes and concentrating on the pleasure. She wiggled against him and scooted back so that her butt rested between his thighs, and his fingers could move with more freedom.

He gently swiped the pad of his fingers across her perineum one last time before sliding his hand a little farther up to slip his finger inside her opening; her eyes popped open in surprise. They were soon closing again in pure delight as he slid the finger in and out.

Mel hummed low in her throat, her heart beating in time to the slow movement of his finger. In and out. She planted her feet more firmly on the couch, her toes digging into the leather as she began to move her hips in rhythm with the sliding of his finger. In and out. She concentrated fiercely on this and began to feel the heat rising in her stomach again. She looked at Nicholas through her lashes, unable to even lift her lids. He looked to be enjoying it as much as she. In and out…in and out…in and out.

She actually felt her clit begin to strain upward, getting harder and harder with each stroke of his finger. Begging for his touch now, it pulsed with need. Mel swallowed with difficulty. “Hmm…Ni-Ni-Nicholas.” She stopped because the last stroke felt too good for her to do anything else. She tried again. “Nicholas…ahhh…ohhhh…will you…um, touch it?”

He hugged her around the waist with his free arm and turned her in his lap. Her breath quickened in surprise and need as her eyes popped open again. They widened when she saw why he’d turned her. She’d forgotten all about the mirror. She saw herself in his lap, her legs hanging on either side of his while she ground her mound on his finger, which he was still working inside of her. Stunned, she found his eyes in the mirror.

He put his chin on her shoulder. “Open your legs,” he commanded.

Mel closed her eyes and turned her face into his shoulder, too embarrassed to look anymore.

Nicholas pulled his finger out and tried to ignore her cry of protest. She still didn’t look at him. Softly, he ordered her again, “Open your legs.” He growled in satisfaction when she slowly opened her thighs, and he saw her labia, her clit, her opening—the heaven between her legs. “That’s a good girl,” he said, and fed his finger into her pussy again. He opened his legs so that hers opened even wider, exposing her even more to his gaze. “Perfect. Now, lift your arms over your head and wrap them around my neck.”

Still refusing to look but almost desperate for an orgasm, Mel did everything he wanted. She tried to ignore the mirror, but her curiosity finally won out over her embarrassment, and she opened her eyes. He had her stretched out and wide open so that she couldn’t help but see everything. Her eyes traveled from the top to the bottom and she saw how lust-filled her eyes were, how she had whisker burns around her mouth and chin. Farther down she saw the hickey in the hollow of her neck and more whisker burns on her breasts and puckered nipples.

Lower still, she saw her stomach quivering in time to her breathing and as wide open as he had her, she saw her hair-covered pinkish-brown lips, and the tip of her clit peeking through those lips, and she moaned. What caught her attention, however was the sight of his finger pushing in and pulling out of her entrance and the way she contracted around his finger and greedily milked it, her hips rising and lowering to bear down on that one finger.

All of this took less than a minute and she continued to stare at her cleft and his finger as it disappeared and reappeared again and again. She wanted to look away but couldn’t. Even as she watched, he pushed another thick finger inside. The stretch was almost unbearable and she felt her internal muscles resisting, yet she loved the tight fit.

“That’s right, sweetheart. Look and see how beautiful and responsive your body is,” she heard him say and her eyes flew to his face.

“Oh, God, Nicholas,” she told him as she picked up speed with her hips, working her opening furiously on his fingers. “It feels so good!”

“I know it does, baby, and you look beautiful. Keep concentrating on the pleasure,” he said, just before moving both fingers in a circular motion inside her. He felt her arms tighten some more around his neck and noticed that her nipples hardened even more.

She screamed and moved faster. The heat was spreading and threatening to consume her. She actually heard the wet sounds her pussy made as it accepted his fingers and it made her feel even hornier. The sense that something larger than anything she could ever imagine was building inside of her increased her urgency. She wanted to feel it, wanted to be consumed, and it wasn’t happening soon enough. “Nicholas, please!” she begged, her behind slapping up and down on his thighs. Even the sound of that turned her on. “Help me!”

Nicholas’s response was to squeeze another finger in on her next downward thrust.

“Oh my God!” she screamed, her arms unwrapping themselves from around his neck so that her hands could find a better anchor on his thighs at this new mind-blowing sensation. She hooked each of her feet around each of his legs so that her position would be even more secure. With her hands clenching and pushing against his thighs, she rode his fingers like her very life depended on the ride. When that little nubbin of flesh at the apex of her thighs briefly scraped against the back of his hand, she was brutally reminded that there could be more. Much more. “Nicholas,” she said between panting breaths. “I need more.”

Nicholas knew what she wanted and he wanted her to ask for it. “What do you need, sweetheart?” he asked and made sure with a flick of his wrist that her clit brushed his hand again on her next time downward.

Mel found that she couldn’t say it. She released his thigh long enough to find his free hand and place it on that bundle of nerves that so needed his attention. She looked at him in the mirror, her eyes begging him to just do it.

Nicholas watched the pleading turn to demand when his eyes told her he wouldn’t do it. “Say it, Melinda. Tell me what you need.”

Mel closed her eyes when a particularly effective thrust made her toes curl. “Nicholas,” she breathed. “I want you to touch it. Just touch it, please.”

“Touch what?” He asked.

Frustrated beyond belief, Mel opened her eyes to look at him. “My clit,” she forced out between licking her lips. “Please, touch my clit, Nicholas.” It was ridiculous that she found it difficult to say the word, especially since she was letting him finger-fuck her in front of a mirror and thoroughly enjoying it. She thought this even as she emitted a soft, glad cry when he curled his middle finger so that it lightly scraped her inner wall.

The words were barely out of her mouth before he was stretching his thumb upward to sweep across her needy flesh. Frantic cries escaped her throat, the sight of herself in the mirror only making the pleasure streaking through her body more intense; but she wanted more and was ready to tell him so when she heard his zipper and a barely audible, “Lift yourself up, baby,” from behind her.

Bracing herself on his thighs, she lifted her body. Her eyes went back to the mirror and she watched as the swollen head of his dick pushed into her entrance as she slowly lowered herself onto it. He was so long and thick and she bit her lip at the size and feel of him. The double sensations of watching and
feeling
him stretch her were too much and she closed her eyes. Panting now, she lowered herself more, thrilling at the feel of another centimeter entering her.

“Ah…ah, Nicholas. Ooh, it feels so tight and so good!”

She moved some more, taking in a little more of him, realizing that nothing had ever felt so good before. She moaned and let her head fall back for a moment as she savored the fullness. She felt Nicholas’s arm wrap around her waist and seconds later an impatient upward thrust sent half his dick tunneling through her and sent her spinning out of control. She reveled in the loss, sliding herself up and down on those few inches as her fingers clawed at his thighs and her internal muscles clutched desperately at his length. God, she burned and the scorching heat of the orgasm raged through her, making her scream his name over and over again until she felt that there was nothing left and she fell back against him.

Nicholas felt her slump against him and used both hands to lift her by the waist. He lowered her until her body automatically adjusted to take him—all of him. She looked back at him, her eyes dazed with pleasure as he easily slid into her drenched opening again and again. “My turn,” he growled right before catching her mouth in a ravenous kiss. He hadn’t planned on taking her this soon, but his need rode him too hard. He worked her furiously up and down on his dick, plunging deeply like he’d been wanting to since he’d met her. Soon, she was panting into his mouth. “That’s it, Lindy,” he said when she began to gyrate her hips and grind her pussy against him.

He could feel the pressure from an orgasm building and he took the tip of his finger and scraped it once…twice…against her clit, making her come again, just when his own orgasm ripped straight through him.

Mel lay in his lap with her arms wrapped around his neck. Sighing in pure bliss, she curled her body deeper into in his lap. Damn, life was good! Nicholas was wonderful. She had actually had three orgasms. It was perfect, and she couldn’t ask for anything more, she thought just before tears pricked her eyes and she began to cry.

She tightened her arms around his neck. She felt his surprise and then felt his hand soothingly rub her back. She cried harder. She knew he probably was wondering what the heck was going on, but she couldn’t stop the tears. A thought occurred to her as he continued to rub and she chuckled. The hand stopped moving. She lifted her head to look at him. “You weren’t rubbing my back with the hand that just got to know me so thoroughly, were you?” she asked wryly and wiped the tears from her face with her fingers.

Nicholas grinned. “Trust me, if I had, you’d have known. That hand is still wet.”

She gasped and leaned farther in because said hand was currently resting on her behind. “No, it isn’t,” she whispered and looked over her shoulder to be sure.

Nicholas laughed and turned her back around to face him. “Why were you crying, Lindy?” The tears he’d felt on his neck had surprised him at first, but not for long. Having grown up in a houseful of females, he’d learned never to question tears, even when they made absolutely no sense to him. He’d also learned that there was usually an explanation.

“Because I’ve never experienced anything like that before in my life,” she answered without hesitation. “It was exhilarating. I never knew it could feel so good.”

“And you were so happy that you cried?” Nicholas tried to clarify. This was not a first for him. One of his sisters cried from happiness all the time, and this he understood.

“Exactly. Well, almost exactly. I was happy, but I was also sad because I’ve let so many years go by without experiencing that. I was so worried about protecting myself that I couldn’t experience it.”

“And what’s different now?”

Mel snuggled back down in his lap and rested her head on his shoulder. “You are, of course. I trust you. Before, I never could trust anyone else enough to let go.”

“Why do you trust me?”

She fiddled with one of the buttons on his shirt and stifled a yawn. “At first I didn’t because I thought you were too handsome for your own good, and all those women at the clinic are always chasing you. Then I realized that I’d never actually noticed you giving chase, and a part of me had known it all along. This is going to sound odd, but you almost seemed too interested in me, and you were so sincere. Also, I’d learned to trust you just from working beside you all the time.”

“Those are a lot of reasons, Melinda.”

She shrugged. “You asked.”

“Why didn’t you trust other men?”

She chuckled. “It wasn’t like there was a whole truckload of them. There were only two—a college boyfriend and Edmund, my ex-husband. With Edmund, I didn’t trust him because he started cheating on me almost as soon as we were married.”

Nicholas stiffened. “And you knew?”

“Yeah, I did. I think most people know almost immediately if their spouses are cheating. I confronted him and he denied it at first, but then he admitted it and promised to stop, which he did for a while. But he was cheating again within a few months, and I couldn’t trust him. I stopped having sex with him after that.”

“But weren’t you married to him for two years?”

“Yes, I was, but I couldn’t make myself have sex with him again. So, I moved my stuff out of the bedroom, and we lived as strangers in the same house for the next year. I woke up one day and asked myself why I was waiting to divorce him. I mean, it wasn’t like I could ever trust him again. So, I filed the papers that very day.”