She whimpered low in her throat, the sound one of need, not fear. But he loved making her tell him that’s what she wanted, even when he knew she wanted it as much as he did.
“Do you want that, naughty girl?” She tried to nod, but his hand still held her head in place. “Say it. Tell me what you want me to do.”
Her cheeks, already pink with arousal, got even pinker as she blushed. He loved that he could make her blush like this, and she would still talk dirty to him anyway. Her voice came out breathy, barely above a whisper. “I—” She licked her lips, and the sight of her pink tongue flicking out had him biting back a groan. “I want you to spank my ass and fuck me.”
He grinned, showing all his teeth. “I believe I said I was going to spank your pretty ass until it’s red, and then fuck you until you can’t come anymore. If that’s what you want, you have to ask for all of that.”
She closed her eyes, that little whimper coming out again. Her lids lifted, her dark green eyes hazy with desire, and the fact that he put that look on her face made him even harder, the knowledge of the effect he had on her driving him wild. “Say it, Hannah.” He bent his head close to hers to whisper in her ear, biting gently on her earlobe, making her shiver before he continued. “Tell me exactly what you want. And ask me nicely.”
A sigh escaped her lips, and she licked them again. “Please, Matt. Please spank my pretty ass until it’s red and fuck me until I can’t come anymore.”
He growled low in his throat. “With pleasure.” His mouth crashed into hers, and she struggled against his grip, trying to get closer to him. When he pulled back, he sat on the couch and pulled her down across his lap, adjusting her so her upper body could rest on the cushions and her ass was right where he wanted it. He landed a slap in the middle of her right cheek, watching the rebound in her flesh, a pink handprint forming soon after. She jerked a little at the force of the spank. It was probably harder than she’d expected, the effect of her asking him to spank her—even if he had told her the words to say—making him skip the lighter, warmup spanks. Rubbing the stinging skin for a moment, he braced his left arm across her back so she wouldn’t jump so much that she fell off his lap.
She jerked with each smack that landed on her ass, her cheeks turning pinker with each slap. He varied the tempo and strength of each spank, giving her little breaks to rub her ass and down between her legs, gauging her arousal and how red her skin was getting. He just wanted to get her blood flowing, let the pleasurable sting build her desire, the feeling of being naked over his lap while he still had on his work clothes get her primed so that the sex, when it happened, would be explosive.
With roommates around more often than not, this kind of play was a rare treat. But it was fantastic when they got the chance. He’d been so looking forward to this week with her all to himself, especially the long weekend where they could just laze around the house together. Naked. He had no intention of letting her put on clothes barring some emergency. His cock twitched against her side at the thought, the confinement in his pants getting uncomfortable, but he loved playing with her like this and didn’t want to stop yet. And from the way her hips lifted to meet his hand with each stroke, neither did she .
God, he loved her. So much. And he still hadn’t told her.
This week. He’d find the time this week and tell her, and hope she’d say it back. Even if she didn’t, yet, he knew it was just a matter of time. The longer they were together, the more time she spent with him, in his bed but also in his home, in his life, cooking together, sharing meals, doing her homework in the evenings, the closer they got, the more entwined their emotions became. Yes, if she wasn’t already in love with him, she was definitely falling. And he couldn’t wait until he could say those three words without worry, the casual intimacy more appealing than ever.
When she was panting and her ass was as red as he felt comfortable going, he scratched his nails in light circles all over her cheeks, then ran his hand down her crease, between her splayed legs. She opened them wider, giving him access. He rubbed her mound on the outside, lightly at first, then with growing pressure, sliding his fingers between her lips and plunging them inside her, causing her to jerk and moan at the sudden intrusion. But she moved her hips in time with his hand, and he couldn’t wait to get inside her. It never took long to get her to orgasm right after a spanking, and he’d spanked her harder than usual this time, so it should be even easier. He pressed down on the swollen spot against her front wall, rubbing, tapping, fucking her with his fingers.
She let out little moans, her breath quickening, and he knew she was getting close. He let his thumb drift between her cheeks, rubbing the puckered opening there
