Page 57 of Embracing the Beat
“You didn’t what?”
“You know exactly what I didn’t do,” she whines. “I was so close.”
I lift my hands to her breasts, my fingers closing over a nipple while I drag open-mouthed kisses along her jaw, then rim her ear with my tongue.
“You have two choices, Michaela.”
“West.” Her hips grind against the counter, seeking friction as my fingers twist and pinch at the tip of her breast.
“Two choices,” I repeat. “Are you paying attention?”
I snag her earlobe between my teeth.
She cries out. “Yes. Two.”
“Correct,” I say, shifting my attention to her other breast. Fuck, my dick is a steel pipe against the front of my pants. “Choice number one. I use my fingers and my tongue to bring you to the brink of orgasm—”
“Yes, please. That option,” she says quickly.
“Let me finish.”
“That’s my line,” she quips. Only she could make me laugh at a time like this with her quick wit and sassy tongue.
I claim her feisty mouth in another kiss that almost makes me forget what I’m doing. Almost.
“Where was I?” I pretend to think for a minute, drawing out the speed as my fingers feather along her folds. “Oh, I remember. I’ll bring you to the brink of orgasm over and over again. But you won’t come until I allow you to.”
Her eyes flutter open, blazing at the image I’ve given her.
“You said that’s my first choice?”
“Mm-hmm.” I apply pressure with my thumb against her clit, rotating slowly until her eyes close again. “Do you want to know option two?”
“Y-yes.”
“You lied to me,” I say, and her eyes fly open to meet mine. “Calling us, calling this”—my thumb holds a steady pressure while I use my index finger to trace her opening before pressing forward, her walls spasming around me—“forgettable.”
“I know, and I sh—”
I silence her with another kiss before pulling back again.
“Do you remember what I said the other night?” I ask.
She nibbles her lip, and her breasts swell with her breath. She remembers.
“What did I say?”
“It was my choice.”
I flex my fingers into her hips, relishing the way she arches her back to press her breasts against my chest.
“What was?”
“P-p-punish.”
“So, I can either make you wait for your pleasure—” I draw out the choice, waiting for her whimper to fade before I give her the second option. “Or I spank you.”
She tenses, her pupils dilating, and her lips part on a quick intake of breath.
