Nola by Carolyn Faulkner Page A

completely mortified by
the position and the easy access it gave him to her breasts. It had seemed
somehow wrong. But this time, she was feeling a bit of her own power, and she
realized she liked the idea of surprising him, as well as pleasuring him.
    He slid up into
her with the usual embarrassing ease, his way slickened considerably by her own
recent delight, although he always stretched her, always dragged against all of
those already sensitized nerves, and she couldn't hold back a guttural moan as
he took matters into his own hands and forced her legs just the slightest bit
apart, and her weight drove him deeply up inside her, all at once.
    "I love it when
you moan like that," he confessed with a big unapologetic grin.
    She'd only ever
considered how humiliated all of those noises her body insisted on making while
he was molesting her. It had never come to her that he might enjoy hearing
them, or that she might be able to gain some leverage over him if she could
make him like other things she did.
    He was still
grinning at her. "Your face is so red you look like you're going to explode."
    The openness on
that very red face disappeared as quick as the wind.
"I'm sorry. It's very... it's always been hard for me."
    Brandon's hand
went to her chin and tipped it up automatically. "I know. We'll work on that.
But this is what it's supposed to be like between a husband and wife." He
wanted to add "who care about each other" but he wasn't at all sure that that
would be appropriate quite yet. He knew he was beginning to feel something for
her - and although he wasn't at all sure that was really a good thing - but it
was undeniable. Only he had no idea if she felt anything for him beyond pure
annoyance, and, quite possibly, a healthy hate.
    So he wasn't
about to stick his neck out, not yet, anyway. Perhaps sometime in the future,
if he sensed any sort of softening towards him on her part, but he knew that
was likely to take quite a while. But that was alright. She wasn't going anywhere,
and neither was he.
    "It is?" Nola
had had a hard time reconciling her own marriage - which seemed volatile and
much too sensually oriented - with her image of her parents' marriage. They
most certainly couldn't be doing the same things together that she and her
husband were. Why, they hadn't slept in the same bed ever, that Nola knew, and
they almost never touched each other. At least, not in front
of her.
    The visions that
danced in her head when she thought about that topic made her want to wash her
mind out with soap.
    "Yes, it is.
Married couples should want to be together, and enjoy each other - in and out
of the bedroom. That's a lot better than always being at each other's throats."
    "Or over each
other's laps," Nola countered pointedly.
    His own mental
image - of himself over her lap, which completely overwhelmed all of her, not
just her lap - had him grinning again, even in the face of her angry glare.
"I'm sorry, honey, but I'm always going to spank you when you get out of line,
or when you disobey me." Brandon reached around and squeezed a firm buttock,
reminding her of the most recent time he'd laid down his law on her rear.
    She continued to
glare at him, but couldn't hold it when he used both hands to move her up and
down on his swollen shaft. Sometimes, Nola thought she couldn't bear the
pleasure he brought to her. Quickly, though, she began to move on her own - her
body gave her no choice at all.
    Brandon was just
as happy to occupy himself with other things, most especially her breasts,
which bobbed enticingly up and down in front of him. But he didn't get grabby.
He wasn't rough or cruel. But he did remember exactly what she liked more than
anything, and pinched and twirled those impudent little nipples until they more
than matched the rosy red of her face, loving the way she arched and tried to
grab his hands away from her, then, seeing how ineffectual her attempts were,
her hands settled on his muscular forearms, using him as