Jerking within the swing pulled the clamps across her heated n*****s, almost painfully so. Emma shuddered as Jesse’s awareness of the sharp stabs into her gut ricocheted back at her, and she clutched the swing’s chains, her knuckles white, to focus on her control.
“More.” She swallowed against her dry throat. “Please, Jess.”
Jesse alternated between her legs, slapping one thigh with his open palm and then the other. He barely gave her the chance to catch her breath before he brought his hand down again. Each slap was sharp enough to make her wince, but not sharp enough to make her jerk away. Heat spread up her thighs, pooling in her lower stomach, and still her body strained for more.
He halted abruptly and she moaned with disappointment. She wasn’t ready for him to stop—wasn’t ready fo
