Yet another time
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Category:
Erotica › General
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
1
Views:
3,028
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is a work of fiction. Any resemblance of characters to actual persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The Author holds exclusive rights to this work. Unauthorized duplication is prohibited.
Yet another time
Thursday morning finally came. They arrive within seconds of each other and begin the dance of stripping each other’s clothes off with locked lips.
Short words, long hours at work, life, tension, made her hands clumsy as she fumbled with his belt. Her clothes, under his skilled, calm fingers lay at her feet. Backing to the foot of the bed, he placed his warm hands on both of her breasts and climbed with his hot, wet mouth from her lips to her neck., feeling her sigh and melt.
Moving one hand to the small of her back he pressed her, soft and naked, to him.
“Oh … wait. This … isn’t … what … you … want … as …. foreplay.” He paused between words to kiss the tender spot below her ear. In a soft, deep tone, he murmured, “You want me to spank you first.”
Squirming and blushing, she placed her hands on his shoulders and retorted lightly, “If you don’t think you’ll hurt your little hand.” She dug in briefly with her short nails and flicked them back, watching his startled eyes widen, then darken on hers. His silence and steady look sent her heart racing.
Reaching up, he pulled her hands down to her side. “I just might.” His softly spoken words weakened her knees.
Spinning her around, he nudged her until she fell face forward on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he tucked it under her pelvis.
“Give me your hands.”
Obediently, she put both hands behind he back, to feel the wrists grasped and held in one strong hand, as his other lightly rubbed her turned up bottom.
The first blow, sharp and stinging, was followed quickly by another. And another. Moving his hand, he aimed at each area of pale untouched skin until her ass turned pink. Listening to her hitched breathing, he knew she was excited and loving every second. Dipping one finger into her hot, moist crevice confirmed his suspicions and he grinned and lifted his flattened hand up high, deciding to test her limits.
Lying flat, hands pinned behind her, the spanking changed from slightly shocking stinging swats to faster, and heavier, smacks that quickly raised her skin temperature and created a burning sensation. Wiggling desperately to avoid his hand, she forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as the feelings escalated. When her lungs finally filled, they emptied on a loud sob.
Releasing her wrists, he watched her scramble to the far side of the bed and turn large, wet eyes to him. Kneeling and breathing hard, she reached her hands behind her and began rubbing her heated flesh, continuing to watch him with a slightly stunned expression.
He slowly raked his eyes over her body, smiling at the contrast of lush woman and chastened child.
“Come over here.” His low, voice sent shivers down her spine.
Pouting, she shook her head no and continued to rub the sting from her ass.
“Now. Unless you want bruises in the shape of my hand print on both sides of your cute ass.” He spoke mildly, but she knew from experience, seriously.
Frowning, she moved towards him, feeling a weakness flow through her limbs in anticipation of their union.
His hands reached out and caught her waist, pulling her flush against the soft matted fur of his muscled chest. Relaxing against him, she sighed wetly, and let his warm hands sooth her back, buttocks, and thighs. Gently, he lay her back, and smoothly entered her slick, tightness, groaning in delirium. Her breath caught at the always shocking feel of his width and length. She felt, pinned, overpowered, taken. Wrapping her long legs around his waist, she hugged him closely to her and let loose another tearful sigh. And when he began to move –slow, sensual thrusts that turned rapid, powerful – her head fell back and she let go fully, riding with him to ecstasy.
Short words, long hours at work, life, tension, made her hands clumsy as she fumbled with his belt. Her clothes, under his skilled, calm fingers lay at her feet. Backing to the foot of the bed, he placed his warm hands on both of her breasts and climbed with his hot, wet mouth from her lips to her neck., feeling her sigh and melt.
Moving one hand to the small of her back he pressed her, soft and naked, to him.
“Oh … wait. This … isn’t … what … you … want … as …. foreplay.” He paused between words to kiss the tender spot below her ear. In a soft, deep tone, he murmured, “You want me to spank you first.”
Squirming and blushing, she placed her hands on his shoulders and retorted lightly, “If you don’t think you’ll hurt your little hand.” She dug in briefly with her short nails and flicked them back, watching his startled eyes widen, then darken on hers. His silence and steady look sent her heart racing.
Reaching up, he pulled her hands down to her side. “I just might.” His softly spoken words weakened her knees.
Spinning her around, he nudged her until she fell face forward on the bed. Grabbing a pillow, he tucked it under her pelvis.
“Give me your hands.”
Obediently, she put both hands behind he back, to feel the wrists grasped and held in one strong hand, as his other lightly rubbed her turned up bottom.
The first blow, sharp and stinging, was followed quickly by another. And another. Moving his hand, he aimed at each area of pale untouched skin until her ass turned pink. Listening to her hitched breathing, he knew she was excited and loving every second. Dipping one finger into her hot, moist crevice confirmed his suspicions and he grinned and lifted his flattened hand up high, deciding to test her limits.
Lying flat, hands pinned behind her, the spanking changed from slightly shocking stinging swats to faster, and heavier, smacks that quickly raised her skin temperature and created a burning sensation. Wiggling desperately to avoid his hand, she forgot how to breathe for a few seconds as the feelings escalated. When her lungs finally filled, they emptied on a loud sob.
Releasing her wrists, he watched her scramble to the far side of the bed and turn large, wet eyes to him. Kneeling and breathing hard, she reached her hands behind her and began rubbing her heated flesh, continuing to watch him with a slightly stunned expression.
He slowly raked his eyes over her body, smiling at the contrast of lush woman and chastened child.
“Come over here.” His low, voice sent shivers down her spine.
Pouting, she shook her head no and continued to rub the sting from her ass.
“Now. Unless you want bruises in the shape of my hand print on both sides of your cute ass.” He spoke mildly, but she knew from experience, seriously.
Frowning, she moved towards him, feeling a weakness flow through her limbs in anticipation of their union.
His hands reached out and caught her waist, pulling her flush against the soft matted fur of his muscled chest. Relaxing against him, she sighed wetly, and let his warm hands sooth her back, buttocks, and thighs. Gently, he lay her back, and smoothly entered her slick, tightness, groaning in delirium. Her breath caught at the always shocking feel of his width and length. She felt, pinned, overpowered, taken. Wrapping her long legs around his waist, she hugged him closely to her and let loose another tearful sigh. And when he began to move –slow, sensual thrusts that turned rapid, powerful – her head fell back and she let go fully, riding with him to ecstasy.