Devlin's Dare by Sabrina York

and when he didn’t move quickly enough, when he didn’t cover her and sink into her like a savage beast, she wiggled her ass.
    He couldn’t help it.
    His hand came down on one fleshy globe before he could stop it. She hissed in a growl. Her expression became even steamier.
    “Did you like that spanking?” he asked, kneeling on the bed behind her and setting himself to her gleaming opening.
    “Yes.”
    He smacked her again, loving her response.
    They were both feral. Like animals in the wild, mating.
    He spread her cheeks and lifted her, just a tad, and sank in.
    He did it slow, determined to tease her, to make her body ache for him, ache for more. Judging from her guttural groan, he hit the mark as he eased in deep. But he was teasing himself as well. He wanted to thrust. He wanted to plunge. He wanted to possess her in a wild frenzy.
    But he didn’t.
    In. Out. In. Slow. Lazy. Languorously.
    Her cunt was tight. Hot. Wet. She clenched him in a mind-boggling grip with each withdrawal. And with each withdrawal, new skeins of agony wound through his loins.
    “More,” she whimpered, burying her head in her arms. “More.”
    Oh, he gave her more.
    First, a smack on the ass, hard enough that the crack resounded through the room. Hard enough that his handprint rose on her creamy cheek. Gratification flooded him at the sight.
    She tightened around him as his hand fell. And he nearly lost his load right then and there. He clenched his ass to keep it in. Forced his mind to focus on holding back what his body so desperately wanted to give. Because he wanted more.
    He grabbed her hips and pulled her hard against him, hunching over her so with every thrust, their bodies rubbed together. He explored her from this angle and that, looking, searching and finding what gave her the most pleasure. “You like that, baby? You like that?” he murmured in her ear as he landed one hard thrust.
    “Yes . Yes.”
    He pulled out, nearly all the way, and then thrust home, making it a point to hit her there again, at that angle, the one that made her quiver and quake.
    “Yes.” She pushed back, matching his lunges with little thrusts of her own. The sound of flesh slapping flesh filled the room, punctuated by her moans and his groans.
    His pace increased.
    He wanted to go slow. He wanted to make her beg. But he was a weak man. Faster and faster, in greater and greater frenzy, he took her, possessed her, dominated her body with his. And she gave back everything, measure for measure.
    It occurred to him, as he fucked her in a fury of mindless passion, that he’d never had a partner quite like her. Never known a woman to give as good as she got, to challenge him, to demand of him that which he was desperate to give. She was as close to perfect as a woman could ever come.
    And then all thoughts flew.
    All sanity.
    All logic.
    She came around him.
    Fantastically. Her body devolved into a series of shivers and quivers and manic thrusts, milking him, stroking him, taking him right along with her.
    Stiffening, shuddering, she threw back her head and wailed.
    Her grip on his cock was blinding. A scorching wave overcame him. Consumed him. He erupted. Sank into a swell of bliss. Bliss twined with sizzling agony. With release, relief and…regret.
    Regret that it was over.
    When they were finished, s till quaking in the aftermath of an all consuming orgasm, he pulled out, stripped off the condom and tossed it into the trash can, wrapped her in his arms and held her. Simply held her, savoring the feel her soft skin against his. Counting the beats of her heart as it thudded against his. He buried his nose in her hair, breathing in her scent.
    He could lay like this, stay like this, forever.
    Of course, it was not forever.
    Far too soon she stirred.
    He tightened his hold. “You’re not leaving.” A dark murmur.
    To his consternation, she chuckled. “We should get back to the party.”
    “Not yet.” He wanted to recuperate. Wanted to have her again.