Forbidden Pleasures by Bertrice Small Page B

she had caught on so quickly. “Yes, I can!” he told her, and his hand began to fall on her flesh again until her buttocks grew pink, and she finally begged him to cease. “Stay exactly as you are,” Devlin ordered her.
    “Yes, sir,” she mocked him. Then she heard the faint sound of his zipper, and the tearing of a condom envelope. “Ohh,” Emily whispered. “You’re going to fuck me.”
    “Do you want to be fucked?” he asked, and, grasping her hips in his hands to steady them, he slid into her vagina in a single smooth stroke. She was very wet, and the spanking had obviously made her very lustful, he noted as she wiggled her buttocks against his groin. “Do you? Say it, Emily. Say, ‘I want to be fucked.’ ” He remained perfectly still within her.
    She felt him palpably. He was very big, thick, and long. He throbbed hungrily against the walls of her body. “I want to be fucked, Devlin!” she told him without hesitation. Oh , yes! She did indeed want to be fucked bent over the arm of Great-great-great-grandmother Mary Anne’s velvet settee. “Do it to me!” Emily hissed, and then gasped. His penis began to move, and it had touched something inside her that sent shock waves of sensation rolling through her body. “Oh, my God! What’s happening?” Nothing had ever felt so good! “Don’t stop! Don’t you dare stop, Devlin! Ohh, God!”
    He had found her G-spot, and he worked it hard. She was bucking and sobbing with the passion that was beginning to roll over her. His penis flashed back and forth, back and forth, driving her along. Her cries of delight increased his own lust until he thought he would burst, but he held back, giving her time. And then it happened.
    Emily felt herself close to losing consciousness. Her body seemed to explode from the inside out. Waves of tremors racked her body, filling her with the most incredible feelings, and she knew: So this was orgasm! Wonderful! Wonderful! “Come, damn you, Devlin!” she cried out. “I want us together this first time!”
    “Ready?”
    “Go!” she almost shrieked.
    He did, and for a brief time it seemed as if it would go on forever for both of them. But at last he collapsed atop her. They were both gasping for breath. Then slowly he pulled himself off of her. “You all right?” he asked, his tone faintly concerned.
    “I will never be all right again,” Emily said. “That was incredible!” She pushed herself up. “God, what must my ancestors have thought of us?” And she laughed softly, gazing at three portraits on the parlor wall.
    “I suspect the arm of this sofa has been used in the past for such sport, angel face,” he told her. “Those Victorians were very lusty people, despite their protestations otherwise. Well, if I wasn’t hungry before I sure as hell am now,” he said.
    “Me too,” she admitted. “Give me a few minutes for a quick cleanup, and you might want to get rid of that,” Emily said, pointing to the full condom on his penis.
    “Agreed,” he said with a faint smile. “You do bring out the best in me, angel face.”
    “You’re just a horny fellow, Devlin,” she told him, and then hurried off.
    Fifteen minutes later they were tucked into his Healy and pulling out of her driveway. The porch light had been left on for their return. Following her directions he piloted them onto a lovely two-lane country road that ran along an expanse of blue water that was Egret Pointe Bay. The yellow-green May foliage was lush along one side of the road. He noted osprey platforms with nests already inhabited with tenants. It was lovely country, and he wondered if he could find a summer rental in Egret Pointe. It seemed a quieter place than Montauk was going to prove come summer.
    They spoke very little as he drove. He wasn’t sure what the protocol was for an editor who had spent the entire day fucking his author. And how quickly Emily was learning. She had understood his subtle prompts in that semibondage scene that