“I love the way you love me, Mr. Halla,” she whispered. “Now, fuck me.”
I wagged my finger at her and sat her up, pulling the sleep shirt over her head. “First, you need a few spankings for this afternoon.”
She covered her breasts with fake shyness. “What did I do to deserve a spanking?”
“You dared to think I would leave you because of something beyond your control.”
“I learned my lesson,” she said right away, nodding quickly. “Love doesn’t work that way. Love doesn’t keep score.”
I moaned and leaned in, pulling her over my lap to kiss her, cradling her head in my hands while I made love to her lips. “You passed the test, beautiful. I still haven’t forgotten that you didn’t trust me, though. Now I’m going to have to punish you.”
I lifted her onto the pillow until her bottom was up in the air, and her head was down. “That okay on the leg?” I asked, holding it carefully, afraid to have her put too much pressure on it.
“I like this position,” she said, wiggling her bottom. “It doesn’t hurt my leg at all.”
“If you keep wiggling that bottom like that, you aren’t going to like that position.”
She hooked one finger in the waistband of her shorts and tugged, an evil smile on her face the entire time. “Do you talk just to hear your voice, or do you have a point?” Her words were almost a purr, and I grasped the shorts from her hands, pulling them down and away until she was gloriously naked.
“Oh, I have a point,” I said, going up on my knees to show her. “It’s going to be inside you very soon, but first, your bottom and I have to have a little chat. I’ll need you to be quiet.”
“There you go again—”
The flesh of my palm connected with her bottom, and she hushed, the slap playful and gentle. I wasn’t going to hurt her. I had no desire to do that. Playful naughtiness was okay, but pain was not part of the equation. She knew that. We’d talked about it. She was ready to explore, as evidence by the velvet pillow she’d bought.
My fingers skimmed the tender flesh of her bottom, rubbing at the slight red mark my hand had made the first time. “Someone’s been naughty,” I said, tapping her again lightly with my hand. “So naughty that I don’t think a spanking with my hand is enough,” I said, stripping off my clothes until I was hot and hard in front of her. My dick held a drop of precum, and she gazed up at me, licking her lips.
“Do I have permission?” she asked, waiting for me to nod once before she caught the glistening bead on her tongue.
I leaned down, grasping her chin and kissing her, my tongue pushed out of the way by hers while she showed me who the boss was. I might think I was, but we both knew the truth. I would fold like an accordion to keep from hurting her.
“Now, where was I?”
“Teaching my bottom a lesson,” she answered for me, spreading her legs wider, making me moan instantly.
“Oh, god, you are the best present I’ve ever received.”
“The gift that keeps on giving,” she said seductively, and I laughed, slapping her ass, my dick twitching at her playful yelp.
“More like the gift that keeps on coming, and you will be soon,” I promised, kissing the spot on her bottom that I’d reddened. “Oh, look, my tongue slipped,” I said, sliding it down her lips to her clit where I teased her for a hot second. “Maybe I need a spanking. Good thing it’s not my bottom hung over that pillow for the taking.”
I stroked a hand down her back, letting the sensation raise goosebumps across her skin until I grasped her ass cheek and squeezed it, smacking her with my dick on the other one. She moaned, and this time, my dick twitched against her hard on its own.
“Oh, your dick likes me,” she moaned, wiggling her bottom backward for me to smack again.
“It fucking loves you,” I growled, grasping her waist and flipping her over. “But you know what else loves you more? My tongue. Your wedding gift to me is glorious. It spreads you wide open for me to see every last bit of your folds.”
I rested on my belly, my head between her legs, while I traced her with my finger. Up, down, and around in a rhythm that had her writhing around on the pillow, begging for me to fuck her. I didn’t. My tongue stroked her instead, building that pending implosion until her moans of pleasure were coming faster, and her head rocked back and forth. The new way I had spread her open gave me full access to her in a way that only heightened her pleasure.
“Come for me, tart,” I ordered without taking my tongue off her quivering folds.
She did, grasping my hair and crying out my name while her walls spasmed around my fingers. Before she had come all the way down to earth, I turned her over again, resting her back on that pillow, bottom up, and entered her, my dick straining to find its release as hers never stopped. Her moans built again as I stroked her, finding an angle that was overpowering to me. I couldn’t stop myself, and I leaned over her back, buried my lips near her ear, and moaned loudly. “Holy fuck, Amber,” I cried, my dick filling her with heat at the same time she let go again, her bottom pushed into my pelvis. Slowly she relaxed back into the pillow on a sigh.
“I love you so much,” I said, tugging on her earlobe and then biting down gently. “So fucking much that I don’t know where you end and
