spanking.”
He rolled off me and I gasped, taking deep breaths as he pulled my skirt up in the back, kneading my flesh with his hands. I squirmed when he yanked my panties down and pulled me across his lap, feeling my breath catch as his fingers probed the crack of my ass.
“Oh Doc…” I lifted my hips as his thumb moved down my wet slit.
“You like that?” He strummed me lightly at the top of my cleft.
“Mmm.” I arched in response.
Then his hand came down on my ass, smacking me hard.
THWAP!
I squeaked and tried to sit up, but I couldn’t regain my balance. He did it again, even harder.
THWAP!
“How about that?” he asked. “Do you like that?”
“Oww!” I howled as his hand met my stinging behind, actually feeling tears prick my eyes. “Don’t!”
“Then tell me what I want to hear.” The light brush of his palm was a brief respite against the heated flesh of my behind.
I searched my memory, trying to remember just what I was getting the spanking for in the first place, but my brain was still too foggy from our interlude on the kitchen counter.
“I don’t-”
THWAP!
I wailed, reaching back to cover my behind with my hands, trying to pull my skirt down. “Will you stop?”
I felt him chuckle. “Then tell me what I want to hear.”
“I…I love you!” I blurted and he laughed.
“Well, thank you, but that’s the wrong answer.”
THWAP!
Now I was getting mad. “Let me go.”
“Awww, I’m just having fun.” His fingers moving down between my thighs, trying to apologize. “Is that better?”
I relaxed a little, still wary. “Yes…”
“Mmm, you have such a sweet pussy.” He slid a finger wetly inside. “You make me want it so bad.”
“Then be nice,” I warned, spreading my thighs just a little to give him more room to explore.
“But being bad feels better.”
THWAP!
“Hey!” I protested, wiggling in his lap again “No fair!”
“Now, are you coming to Key West with us?” His hands dug into the flesh of my ass and I felt his teeth nipping, making me squeal. “Or not?”
“Yes!” I gasped, remembering now-the tickets to Key West for Christmas break.
“Yes, I’m coming! I’m coming!”
“Not yet you’re not.” He had me rolled onto my back and was on top of me before I could take another breath, my wrists clasped in just one of his hands. “But you will be.”
“Doc,” I whispered as he kissed and nuzzled my neck, sending shivers through me, making my nipples stand up under my blouse. I wanted to be naked, to feel his hot, sweaty skin against mine. “What if Carrie comes in?”
“Then she can join us,” he breathed, tugging at the top button of my blouse with his teeth, forcing it to pop open. “But if I’m being honest…” He licked down the center of my chest, stopping at the obstruction of my bra. “I hope she stays asleep.”
Oh god. I hadn’t wanted to admit it, how much I wanted this, wanted him-all to myself.
“Me too,” I whispered, swallowing as he yanked another button and I heard a soft
“clink” against the wall where it flew as it literally popped off my blouse. It was real silk, quite expensive- Mason’s parents had bought it for me last Christmas, I remembered.
“Rip it open.”
He gave a low growl and let go of my wrists, grabbing the top of my blouse and parting it with one quick motion. The bottom button stuck and he yanked one more time, spreading my blouse wide and looking at me in my bra.
“Leave your hands above your head,” he instructed as I reached for him, my fingers moving through his thick, dark curls. I whimpered but did as he requested and he undid my bra-it was one of my few front-hook versions- using both hands to press my breasts together and bury his face between them.
“Oh!” I gasped when he pressed one of my nipples between his lips, teasing it lightly with his tongue. Then he began to trace easy circles around my areola, spending a long, agonizing time on one before moving to the other. The switch elicited another gasp from my throat and my hands moved to his hair, pressing his mouth to me.
“Hands above your head,” he warned, eyes flashing. I groaned but complied, wiggling under him as started working on the other nipple, trying to get it as hard and wet as the first. “You have perfect breasts.” He sighed, nuzzling and kissing and licking.
“Your nipples are the sweetest ever.”
“Ever?” I teased. “What about your wife’s? I like hers better, how fat they get when they’re hard…”
“No fair.” He grinned, nipping a little at the side of my breast, making me jump.
“We can’t do comparisons when I can’t observe both subjects hands-on.”
“So to speak.” I was a little shy when he made me lift my hips so he could take down my skirt and my panties. We’d had sex together, well, lots of times, but I didn’t think he’d ever paid this close attention to my body before.
“Sorry about the stretch marks,” I apologized, closing my eyes as he kissed his way down my belly. I had proudly thought, all the way through my pregnancy, that I’d escaped them completely, but then I’d discovered I had them low, underneath-where I couldn’t even see when I was pregnant. There weren’t many, just a few stretching toward my hips, faded now.
“Shh.” His tongue dipped into my navel. “You’re beautiful.”
I blushed, feeling my embarrassment melt away when he pressed himself between my thighs, breathing in my scent. He slid his hands slowly under the swell of my ass and lifted me to his mouth like I was ambrosia, making little noises in his throat as he explored the folds of my flesh with his tongue. I don’t know how long he spent-it was forever, teasing me, taking me to the edge and pulling me back, again, again, and then again.
At first I would whisper, “Close, oh so close,” and he would back off, kissing my labia or slipping his tongue down to probe my hole. Then I stopped saying it, but he grew wise, knowing the tell-tale tense and tremble of my thighs, the curling of my toes, all meant I was close, and he’d slow down again, making me wait. And wait. And wait.
“Please,” I begged, starting to reach for him and then remembering, keeping my hands above my head. “Oh Doc, don’t tease me anymore.”
He lifted his head quickly, eyes bright, face full of my wetness. “No more?”
“Please,” I croaked.
“Okay.” He crawled up my body, poised above me, the muscles in his upper arms flexed as he held his weight off my body. “No more.”
“No!” I whimpered. “Don’t stop!”
“How about we do this instead?” he whispered, nudging my thighs open slightly with his and pressing his cock against my hole-perfect aim. Just a slight tilt of my hips and he would be inside.
“Don’t move.” He used one hand to grab my wrists, my hands still obediently clasped above my head, and held them there. “I’m going to fuck you until you come all over my cock.”
I moaned softly, biting my lip to keep from crying out when he shifted his hips and plunged himself into my depths. He gave a low grunt, taking a deep breath before starting to move, his pelvis grinding against mine. He was just moving his hips, working the shaft of his cock in short, fast strokes into my pussy. My breath matched his and I started to meet him, unable to stop the motion, rocking to his rhythmic beat.
I had waited so long, teetering on the edge of climax, that my pussy was actually throbbing around his cock,
