Her body rocked against his thigh as if she was trying to rub her clit on him. There was no doubt that she was aroused, he could actually smell her wetness now as her bottom clenched and opened, legs closing and spreading. With his arm securely wrapped around her body, his hand on her stomach, he'd been able to feel her breathing turn to panting as she'd dealt with the confusing rush of pleasure and pain that a spanking like this induced.
Particularly harsh punishments, such as the spoon, created the same physical reaction of a sopping pussy, but he could tell that she didn't enjoy it. Right now she seemed caught between finding the spanking pleasurable and having it be too painful for pleasure. Deciding that he liked that added bit of humiliation to her punishment, because he knew that she was unhappy that part of her enjoyed being disciplined, Edwin decided to keep her on that fine line.
He made sure to spread the last of her spanking out over her entire bottom, turning the surface of both cheeks a glowing pink, without over doing it and pushing her past the threshold into real pain. Perhaps physically it wasn't as great a punishment, but he knew mentally it was.
Standing her back on her feet in front of him, he made a show of pushing his fingers between her thighs and rubbing them between her wet lips. Eleanor moaned and put her hands over her face, unable to look at him as he drew his fingers away sopping wet.
"I don't know how much of a punishment a spanking is, if you enjoy it so much," he murmured.
"I don't enjoy it," Eleanor snapped back, glaring at him through her fingers.
It was a complete lie of course, her body had gotten hot and aroused while he'd spanked her, but it wasn't her fault! There was nothing she could do about it. She told herself that it wasn't because of the spanking - of course it wasn't, she'd never had such a reaction when her father had disciplined her after all - it was because she was attracted to Edwin, because she loved him, and because she was aroused by him touching her.
She was even willing to admit to herself that she enjoyed being helpless across his lap, enjoyed having him caress her body when she couldn't touch him back... when he'd tied her up on their honeymoon she'd discovered that she liked it. Since their return home he hadn't done it again, the closest she got was being across his lap where she couldn't lift her hands off the floor without feeling as though she was going to slide forward onto her head.
"Liar." Pulling his fingers from her glossy, wet curls, he showed her the sheen of liquid on the digits and she groaned, hiding her face behind her hands again.
Edwin laughed and stood, pulling her into his arms, ignoring the fact that she was glaring up at him. It didn't bother him when Eleanor glared at him, in fact it just made him that much more determined to make her sigh and melt in his arms. Lowering his head he kissed her as she squirmed in his arms, mad enough at him for mocking her response to the punishment that she wanted to get away from him.
Not that he would allow it. She almost hated the shiver of excitement that went through her as his arms tightened, holding her in place. The fabric of his shirt rubbed against her breasts, which were already feeling exquisitely sensitive, and his thigh pressed between hers, sliding against her swollen clitoris in the most delicious way as he practically ravished her mouth. Moaning, Eleanor gave in, knowing from experience that she would eventually anyway.
She had enough experience with passion now that Edwin couldn't completely overwhelm her immediately, she could fight her responses, but eventually the need between her legs always won. Because she wanted him as much as he wanted her. Sometimes she wondered if part of her surrender was because she worried who he might turn to with his passions if she didn't, but she also knew it was mostly because she truly loved making love with him. If she didn't then she wouldn't care if he did this with someone else.
Clinging to him, she began to push his clothing off of him, undoing the buttons down the front of his shirt to get to his skin. Edwin loved that during the time they'd been married Eleanor had become more forward in what she wanted, that she'd started to learn how to touch him, how to drive him wild. Not that she'd needed to do much in the first place to make him out of his mind with lust for her, but he lost all control when she began to touch him with those tremulous, curious fingers of hers.
It didn't take very long for their combined efforts to shuck off the rest of his clothing and then he was tossing her up onto the bed, her stockings and garters still on but slipping. He liked the way she looked with nothing on but those delicate scraps, and as he moved into position between her legs he ran his hands up the silky material and then to the different, but no less soft and satiny, smooth skin of her thighs. Eleanor whimpered a little as he pushed his hands beneath her bottom, squeezing the pink cheeks, and her hips rocked upwards.
Lowering his head, he chuckled as he heard her moan when he planted a kiss on her hip rather than on the wet flesh of her womanhood. Her hands came down on his head, trying to push him lower, but he was enjoying teasing her too much. Kneading the stinging flesh of her bottom, he lic
ked little circles over her hips, ignoring her pleas and almost frantic movements.
"Edwin... Edwin please..." He was driving her crazy, his hands and mouth so close to where she ached to be touched. It felt like her lower body was on fire as he dragged his teeth over her hip bone, lightening flashing through her as she writhed for him. The heat in her buttocks, the squeezing of his hands reigniting the sting, only inflamed her further.
"Tell me what you want Nell."
"You, I want you... touch me Edwin!"
"I am touching you."
"Not there... Edwin, please!"
She groaned as he moved upwards instead of downwards, his mouth latching onto her nipple which was already puckered into a hard little bud. It soothed the needy desire in her breast but did nothing to assuage the hunger that was growing between her legs. Still, at least it was something and she arched her breast, clasping his head to her chest with her hands as she felt the head of his cock drag wetly along her inner thigh.
Remembering what her husband liked, Eleanor moved one hand down to the base of his skull, tugging gently at his hair there as she dug the nails of her other hand into his shoulder. She could hear him groan around the mouthful of breast flesh, a tremor going through his large body above hers as she scratched a line across his shoulders.
Quick as a whip, Edwin grabbed her arms and pushed them above her head, gathering her wrists together and holding them with one of his large hands. Eleanor protested, but her words were drowned by a heavy moan as he squeezed her breast with one hand, his mouth attacking her other nipple, and the head of his cock rubbed against the wet flesh of her pussy. She was helpless underneath him, squirming and needy and unable to use her hands to spur him to move faster.
Holding her down increased Edwin's arousal as well as hers. He loved to hear her voice become increasingly ragged, her breasts heaving beneath him as she panted for her, her arms twisting uselessly against his tight grip. Beneath him she bucked, her legs wrapping around the back of his thighs as she tried to pull him into it.
"What do you want Nell?"
"You..." she whispered, lowering her eyelashes as she blushed. It was part of why he made her verbalize her desires, he loved the shy modesty that she hadn't managed to completely shed. "I want you inside me."
"Look at me," he demanded.
Blue eyes clashed with dark as he began to push into her, enhancing the intimacy as he breached her body and her sheath encased the head of his cock like a silken fist. Perfect pink lips parted on a gasp as he spread her open, spearing her on his body, his elbows on either side of her head, hands entwined as he held hers pressed against the mattress, watching every flicker of pleasure and passion in her crystal blue eyes.
As he pulled out slightly and thrust deeper she let out a sharp cry, her legs tightening around him as her head fell back slightly. He could feel her inner muscles squeeze him and then he was thrusting again, harder, faster... deeper. Eleanor's throat worked, her moans and cries increasing in volume and tempo as he took her. Lowering his mouth he sucked at the skin on her neck, right where it met the shoulder, and felt her ripple around him in response.