“So nice,” she panted, smiling slightly because he continued to play her sensitive clit, and it was abundantly clear to both of them how creamy she’d become in the cleft between her labia.

“Would you like to feel nice again?” he asked, holding her stare.

“Yes,” she mouthed wordlessly.

“I thought so,” he replied with a small smile. Like the sea, the muted evening light was turning his eyes into a smoky blue. She winced slightly at the deprivation when he removed his hand from her panties. “Let’s just unbutton this,” he said calmly. His long fingers moved down her chest, unfastening her gown to above her belly button. He peeled back the fabric, exposing her breasts. His nostrils flared slightly as he looked down at her, and she felt that telltale leap of his cock against her ass. She circled her bottom against him, and she saw a muscle jump in her cheek.

“Would you like to be spanked?” he asked.

She stilled her wiggling, stunned by his serious, intent question. She just stared at him a moment

“No,” she lied.

One dark brow rose in a doubtful expression, but he didn’t argue. He just slid his hand beneath her underwear again and began to rub her well-lubricated clit. She whimpered as heat and sensation rushed through her anew. He lowered his head and spoke near her ear. “Because the next time you wiggle your ass against my cock like that, I’m going to consider it an invitation.” Her hips twitched at the dark promise. His head started up, but she stilled herself at the last moment. He gave her an amused look of warning.

“How does it feel?” he asked a moment later, ungluing his gaze from her naked breasts.

“It burns so . . . good,” she gasped. Her clit had never sizzled like this before. The soles of her feet started to heat in sympathy to his touch on her sex. “You were right about the advantages. But what about you?”

“What about me?” he asked, his mouth hard as he stared at her breasts fixedly. Her nipples prickled at the delicious contrast of the cool breeze feathering across the sensitive crests and his hot stare.

“Don’t you want to come, too?” she asked in a strangled voice. She was restraining herself mightily not to grind her ass against his flagrantly swollen cock.

“Yes,” he replied in a hard voice. “But not until we explore the advantages more. Squeeze one of your breasts,” he bit out.

She was surprised by the taut demand, but didn’t hesitate. She cupped her breast from below and massaged it, watching his expression darken. Her skin felt surprisingly soft in her hand, silky and smooth.

“Hold it up for me,” he said.

The words sent a hot thrill through her. She burned. Everywhere. She longed to bob her hips against his hand, but thought he might consider that a tease to his cock. She cupped her breast from below and lifted the firm flesh as if in offering. His cock batted against her ass. She held her breath when she saw the feral flash in his eyes, and then his mouth enclosing her nipple, giving it a firm, hot suck. It was too much. She bobbed her hips up and down, circling against his straining erection and wicked, stirring finger, and exploded again in splendid climax.

She opened her eyes a moment later when she felt his mouth unclamp from her nipple. He stared down at her with a rigid expression, his finger still moving subtly against her slick clit, sending an occasional post-orgasmic shiver through her. Slowly, he withdrew his hand and drew her panties down to her thighs, holding her stare the whole while. His hand skimmed over her naked hip, and she felt the moistness of his finger. He held her steady and ground his cock against her ass. She bit her lip and whimpered at the feeling of his heavy, engorged flesh.

“I’m going to have to give you a little spanking, Emma.”

She shivered at the impact of his low, gruff threat.

“I know,” she whispered.

“Look out at the sea or I won’t be able to do it,” he said, white teeth flashing in a restrained snarl.

She turned her head, staring out the terrace doors onto the gently falling summer night. He moved back slightly. She missed the feeling of his pressing, throbbing cock. His hand skimmed across her bottom, caressing her. She held her breath in anticipation. His hand lifted and fell, lifted and fell, giving her upper buttock two crisp smacks, the cracking sound of flesh against flesh ringing out in the air. He paused and rubbed the stinging skin.

“Bring up your knees some and roll over on your hip,” he said, guiding her with his hands so that when she’d settled, she was still lying on her side and staring blindly out at the Mediterranean, but her waist was twisted slightly and her right knee was higher than the left, making her entire bottom more exposed. “That’s right,” he muttered, his hand making little circles on her ass. He cupped both cheeks in his palm before he landed several spanks in a row, peppering her skin with stinging slaps. She moaned and shifted her hips in arousal.

“Does it hurt?” he asked her tensely, massaging a buttock.

“No,” she whispered.

“Then hold still,” he ordered quietly. She bit her lip as he smacked her bottom several more times, his last spanks concentrating on the lower curve of her buttocks. He slapped up on the cheeks slightly, and she had the impression he was watching her flesh quiver from the small blows. The moan she’d been holding in escaped her throat when he suddenly pulled back one buttock.

“Stay still,” he said sharply when she flinched.

She forced herself into immobility despite her uncertainty. The cool evening air brushed across her asshole, but she imagined she could feel the heat of his stare in that intimate place more acutely. She waited, holding her breath.

He groaned roughly, and the next thing she knew, he’d wrapped both his arms around her middle and was pulling her against him. His long legs curled up to bracket hers from the back, and he was bouncing her in his lap.

“Oh God,” she moaned feverishly, because he’d pushed his pants to his thighs. His cock was exposed, and he was bouncing her ass against it. It was a tense, lewd, ridiculously exciting thing to do. Half-wild with arousal, she tried to reach around to grab his cock, but he caught her wrist.

“Fuck me,” she gasped, panting erratically. She ground down with her ass, making it clear what she wanted.

His groan this time sounded like it tore at his throat. He released his restraint on her wrist and put it on her hip, where he used it to circle her ass against his straining erection. “Have you ever done that before?”

“No,” she moaned.

“Are you just offering it because you think I need it? I can come with your hand or your mouth. Just by doing this a minute more,” he muttered bitterly as he jerked her into his lap again as her ass popped his cock and thighs.

“No,” she insisted desperately, looking over her shoulder. “I want it . . . if you do?” she finished the last on a shaky question.

He rolled his eyes, his beleaguered, “you’ve got to be kidding” expression making a laugh jump to her throat. He rolled away from her for a moment, reaching for the bedside table. She realized in his absence that a sheen of sweat covered her body and that things were very sticky between her thighs. He’d brought her to untold raptures since she’d known him, but she’d never before felt this hot. This raunchy. When he rolled back, he held a bottle of lubricant. She strained around to see what he was doing. He was pouring some of the clear liquid onto his fingers. He let the bottle fall to the bed between them and met her stare.

“You’re sure?” he asked.

She nodded, excitement trumping her wariness. By far.

“Then look out at the sea again and try to relax,” he urged. She turned slowly, the image of his hot stare lingering in her mind. He peeled back a buttock and pressed his finger to her ass. It felt blunt and warm and hard against that sensitive flesh. Her eyes sprung wide when he breached her. “Press back against my hand. Gently,” he instructed. His finger slid into her. “There we go,” he said soothingly. She stared blindly out the terrace doors as dusk fell in the hushed quiet while his finger moved in and out of her ass. Her clit began to sizzle again, as if his finger stimulated those nerves as well. He leaned down and spoke near her ear, his gruff voice an illicit caress. “Does your clit burn?” he asked.