Seven Nights of Sin - Lacey Alexander [44]
They stayed quiet and still for a moment afterward, and only then did it strike Brenna how semi-weird and kinky things had gotten there for a minute with the spanking stuff. After which she let a broad smile spread across her face at the realization that semi-weird and kinky could be so much fun.
And that it didn’t even feel semi-weird or kinky…with Damon.
Talk about a week of training. She felt sure that when Jenkins had sent her off on this trip he’d had no idea she’d be getting a sexual education in addition to a professional one.
When finally she’d come back down to earth after her orgasm, enough to look around, she was—oh dear God!—horrified by the mess. “Look at this place!”
Mounds of white bubbles had spilled to the floor, some flowing all the way to the vanity. On the other side of the tub, in the tiled corners, the fluff had piled several feet high.
Behind her, Damon just laughed as he gently withdrew from her body and turned off the Jacuzzi. “Don’t worry, babe,” he said. “Bubbles eventually melt. And I’m sure the maids have seen worse.”
Five
While Brenna extracted herself from the bubbles, Damon rescued her shoes—which, he announced, were damp but didn’t look damaged. She found her clothes, also predictably damp, beneath a pile of suds on the floor. After they toweled each other off, she looked back toward the tile enclosure still covered in white and said, “What about the wine?”
“Forget the wine—I want to lie down with you.”
She couldn’t argue with that, especially when they crawled into the lavish king-size bed and Damon pulled her naked body close, kissing her forehead.
Then he fell asleep, but she didn’t mind—in fact, she almost thought it was cute that even sex god Damon Andros fell prey to slumber after an orgasm.
Watching him doze, smelling the fresh but still masculine scent of his body, watching the way his longer locks began to dry in little curls from when she’d nearly drowned him with her enthusiasm…she couldn’t help reflecting on the myriad experiences this man had given her. And the myriad emotions he’d drawn from her. She’d realized in the tub that the sex was so overpowering as to obscure emotions, but even that in itself, an awareness that all you wanted or cared about was the cock ramming into you…wasn’t that an emotion in itself?
She found herself remembering their other encounters, too. Her desires today at the pool had been so utterly intense. As intense as at Fetish, but somehow even more extreme. At the bar, she’d behaved brazenly, but had at least needed a closed door. Whereas at the pool, she’d meant what she’d said—she’d wanted him so badly that she’d stopped caring about spectators.
And maybe, just maybe, a really deviant part of her had even been turned on by the idea of being watched by women who wanted what she was getting. She’d acknowledged that in the pool, but the truth was, she’d been thinking about more than just having them watch her kiss him. She’d known the fleeting desire to have them watch her fuck him, watch her take in the cock they lusted for but couldn’t have.
And still, despite all that, what they’d done tonight, in private, somehow made everything else pale in comparison.
She’d never thought much about real, true intimacy before. She supposed neither Wayne, nor the few other men she’d been with, had ever really inspired such feelings. Yet she knew that tonight she had experienced it with Damon.
Brenna was still watching him when, a little while later, his hand moved across her bare hip beneath the sheets and his eyes fluttered open. “Hey,” he said with a sleepy smile.
“Hey.”
“Sorry I drifted off.”
She gave him a tolerant grin. “Orgasm can do that to a man.”
“Fucking you that hard took a lot out of me,” he admitted with a lecherous little smile of his own. Then mused, “Lights are still on. Music, too.”
Truthfully,