Forbidden Fantasies by Jodie Griffin Page A

going to do made his cock jerk. He took some more soap, lathered his hands and sank to his knees. “No moving,” he reminded her as he rubbed large circles over her still-red ass cheeks. He’d never thought he’d get off on hitting a woman, but Jess had been right. She’d been so aroused by it that he’d been aroused too. To hear his wife beg for more, and to tell him how she’d fantasized? God. He’d nearly come then and there.
    He cupped one hand over her mound from behind, and slid his hand and fingers through slick heat that nearly scorched him. When he pushed two fingers in her pussy, she moaned again. Her body trembled, obviously on the edge of coming. But he didn’t want her to come yet, so he stopped.
    Jess’s head fell forward, and she growled. But that growl turned into a long, needy moan when Alex slid his soap-covered finger down the crack of her ass, playing with the tight bud of her hole. His finger slid easily past the muscle, in and out, and moments later he added another. Jess breathed hard, and her legs trembled, but she didn’t protest, and she didn’t cry out in pain.
    Alex’s pulse thundered through his body, but his head was clear. He was aroused but in control. He could take his time and make it good for her. It was time for Jess’s biggest fantasy to come true. He slid his fingers free, kissing her hip as she cried out in dismay.
    “Shh,” he murmured. “We’re not done yet. But let’s move this to the bedroom.”
    She was quiet as he toweled her off, and he worried he’d overstepped the boundaries, until he realized she was still following his orders. That was a heady thought, and it punched his gut with satisfaction. He hung up the towel, took her hand and led her back to the bedroom.
    Jessica was one giant bundle of need wrapped up in sensitive nerve endings that covered her entire body. Even her hair seemed sensitized. If Alex didn’t let her come soon, she was going to take the reins back, tie him to the bed and take care of things herself.
    Alex drew her to the bed and pulled back the covers. “Lie down on your side, facing the mirror.” He placed a fat pillow under her head. “And keep your eyes open.”
    The bed was angled so she could she could see everything, including the wetness coating her thighs, moisture that came not from the shower but from Alex’s dominant words and actions. He climbed into bed behind her, gripped her hips and drew her back, until her body enveloped his erection. This was good—really good—but she wanted so much more tonight. God, she wanted more.
    Her brain prodded her with Alex’s words from earlier that evening, and she took them to heart. In spite of the fact that she was breaking the no-talking rule, the words tumbled from her mouth. “Please, Alex. This isn’t what I want.”
    He froze, as if he weren’t sure what she meant, and withdrew. In the mirror, she saw the confusion on his face ease. “I know, love. You don’t want me in your pussy. You want me to fuck your ass.” She jerked at the bald words, and again when he leaned up and lightly nipped her shoulder. “I’ll let you slide on the no talking rule for this one. In fact, I’m changing the rules. Talk all you want. I want to hear every thought in your head, every fantasy you’ve ever had.”
    Jess met his eyes in the mirror, saw the truth in them. He did want that. Could she possibly love Alex any more right this minute? She didn’t think so. She laid her head down on her arm, swallowing the lump in her throat.
    She heard a small click and smelled the scent of strawberries. Then she felt Alex’s hand between her legs, probing at her anus. She relaxed, pushing against his hand until his finger eased inside. It burned, but oh, it felt good.
    “So full, and warm,” she whispered. “Give me more.” He lifted her leg, bending her knee, giving him greater access to her body, replacing one slick finger with two. “It feels different, but so good.” She moved back