“Count on it.”
Leaning his head down now, he brushed his lips over hers and smiled.
Sitting up, he rolled off the bed and said, “Come over to the end of the bed. Let’s do this right.”
He pulled her up so she stood in front of him. He began slowly removing her clothes. When he had finally stripped her down to nothing but a pink lacy thong he eyed her appreciatively and said, “Mmm. Let’s leave those on.”
Uncertain now, she stood there until he said, “Lean over the end of the bed for me?”
Complying, she braced her hands against the edge of the bed.
He slid his palm against her ass again for a moment, then pushed aside the damp crotch of her panties to toy with her pussy. Groaning, he said, “You dirty girl. You’re soaked.”
She felt him thrust his fingers into her wet channel, and moaned. He slowly worked his fingers in and out of her until she pressed back against them. Removing them, he began rubbing his palm gently over the curve of her ass.
Wrapping his hand in her hair, he tugged her head back. He continued to rub her gently, until she felt and then heard a crack as his palm connected with her bare ass. There was a momentary sting, followed by a rush of warmth. She moaned and felt her body sway forward slightly with the contact. She rebraced her hands against the edge of the bed.
Rubbing his hand against her warm ass cheek again, he let his fingers stray between her thighs and asked, “More?”
Gasping at the sensation of his fingers inside her, and the warm tingle his hand had left behind, she said, “Yes.”
Tightening his hand in her hair again, he brought his palm down against her other cheek. This time she cried out, feeling more pleasure than pain. He stroked his palm along her cheek again, rubbing it gently. She had no warning at all this time. He cracked his palm against her ass again, this time lower, almost where her thigh began. She let out a low whimper, her legs swaying slightly.
He delivered two more strokes before she finally panted out, “Enough,” as she gasped for breath. Stretching her neck when he released her hair, she stood up and turned to face him.
He tilted her chin up and examined her face. Seeing her dazed expression, he asked, “You okay?”
Nodding at him, she said, “I don’t think I’ve ever needed to be fucked quite this badly. I can’t even express how hot that was.”
Continuing to scan her face, he asked, “Are you sure?”
“That I’m okay or that I need you to fuck me now? Yes to both of those questions,” she said, a smile pulling at her lips now.
He gently pulled her panties down, careful not to drag them over the pink tender skin on her bottom, then quickly shed his clothes and moved back onto the bed.
Pulling her with him, he said, “Climb on top.”
Chloe immediately moved to straddle him, positioning his rigid erection at her opening. When she slid down on him, they both cried out with the sensation.
“Fuck, Chloe. You’re so wet,” he groaned.
She tilted forward now, bracing herself on her forearms. Her breasts now brushing against his chest, she began to work her hips against him. She could still feel the warmth and vibration of his palms against her ass, though he hadn’t touched her there since they’d gotten on the bed.
He moved his hands immediately to grip her hips tightly but still allowed her to control the motion.
After only a few moments, the delicious friction became overwhelming. She felt her lower body tighten in anticipation of the orgasm to come. Rolling her hips as she slid up and down his length, she began to whimper with each stroke now. Feeling the tension in her lower belly as it expanded outward, she panted, working her hips frantically against his.
When she felt her rhythm falter, he took control. Still gripping her hips, he now held her in place and slid into her from below. The slight change in pace and angle of penetration was all she needed to push her over the edge. She came apart above him, screaming out his name.
She vaguely registered his movements as he continued to slam into her. A moment later, he cursed, then let out a harsh groan. Sliding his hands up, he pulled her down against him as he exploded inside her.
She collapsed against him for a minute, panting heavily. He wrapped his arms around her back, hugging her to him, and placed a sloppy kiss against the side of her face. Continuing to run his hands over her back, he placed a row of kisses against her shoulder.
Eventually leaning back, she crawled off of him then collapsed on her side right next to him. When her breathing finally returned to normal, she said, “I can mark that one off my bucket list now.”
“You had spanking on your bucket list?”
Nodding, she said, “I’ve got all kinds of things on my bucket list. Going to Paris, getting a tattoo.”