Stone snorts. I pause and present her ass. He gives her a light smack. “Looks like Tyler has everything well in hand.”
“Hey,” Amy calls to him as he descends the stairway we just came up.
“Help is not your safe word, Amy,” Stone calls back.
Amy laughs. “Traitor.”
“What?” Stone pauses on the last stair, and I turn to meet his gaze. I give her ass several hard smacks. He nods and disappears.
She kicks her feet ineffectively. “No fair.”
I pepper her ass all the way to the attic bedroom. “You break the rules, you face the consequences.”
“Promise?”
“Always.” I slide her down my front and kiss her, letting all my pent-up concern for her well-being release. Until the trial was final, anything could have gone wrong. But it didn’t. She’s safe. She’s here. She’s mine. And I’m hers. “But first, I believe we have some bad behavior we need to address.”
“I have been bad. Very bad.” She wriggles out of her sweater and unclasps her bra.
She’s stunning. Every time I see her, she takes my breath away. I caress her, cupping a breast in each hand, pinching her nipples, teasing her. She arches into my hold, and I slap her tit, leaving a very faint handprint. The audible catch of her breath excites me. There’s a fire in her gaze. Her moan practically a purr. Relief floods me. I’ve only ever spanked her bottom, but I want to explore everything with her. I slap the other tit for balance. “Take off your pants.”
She scrambles to obey. The risk I took was rewarded based on how fast she was willing to get naked for me. I tug my sweater over my head and undo the button on my jeans to give my cock some breathing room. I’m aching to slide into her wet heat, but I started this scene and plan to finish it. Take her to the space where she’s completely relaxed, floating in her trust for me, knowing I will never let her down.
I widen my stance. “Kneel.”
She lowers herself, her mouth slightly agape. My strong, independent, confident wife assumes the picture of a willing sub. She undoes me, and I will do the same for her.
I shove my jeans down my hips and shift closer, teasing her beautiful mouth with the tip of my cock. She relaxes her jaw, inviting me in. Her gaze locks on mine. I squeeze my shaft to control my response as a drop of precum beads at the tip. Unable to resist, I paint her lip with the moisture. The pink of her tongue poking out to lap up my taste is like a stroke to my balls. “Open.”
The corners of her mouth tilt up before she opens wide, allowing me inside. Her warm brown eyes sparkle with love. I tease her, dancing my tip in and out, exactly the way we both like. She leans forward to chase me. That’s the sign. I grip her hair and slide all the way in. Her tongue wiggles on my shaft. I’m not going to last.
She holds me in her mouth as I thrust in and out. The energy at the base of my spine builds. Her sweet caresses, her loving gaze, the way she hollows her cheeks each time I slide out fills me with pride, with belonging, with complete trust in her and our future.
Not yet. I stop. Free myself from her perfect caress. I stroke her hair. “My sweet love. You take me so well.”
I step back and tug my jeans up. Time to retake control. Not that I gave it away, but she owned me with that blow job, and I need to return the favor. But first, we have a scene to finish. “I believe you have a spanking due.”
Leaving her on her knees, I sit on the edge of the bed. “Come here.”
She crawls to me. And all at once, my balls swell like I’m the king of the world. I did not fucking expect that. Damn. My cock twitches, threatening to explode in my jeans. Not yet. I pat my denim-covered lap. “Right here, my naughty girl.”
She has a spark in her eyes as she eagerly arranges herself on my lap, legs parted. There will never be better moments in my life than when my naked wife is willing to give me control, splayed over my thighs, ass high in the air, waiting for my attention. I place one hand on her lower back to hold her in place and trail the fingers of my other hand up her inner thigh. Heat radiates off her pussy. I slide my fingers into her hot, wet opening. “Did you like sucking my cock?”
“Yes, Sir.”
I already had my answer, but I love hearing her breathless agreement. I fuck her with two fingers in a slow, teasing pace. Her back tenses. She’s fighting to remain still, but I won’t let her. I thrust faster, teasing her clit with my thumb. Her hips lift, and I stop.
“No,” she wails, demanding the orgasm she almost had.
I spank her ass. I can’t keep my hands off her, and I don’t want to. “What?”
“Please, Sir. Let me come.” She kicks her feet.
I laugh. “No.” This is the fun part, the part we both love. I spank her faster, harder until I’ve covered every inch of her flesh. The red-hot heat is exactly what we craved. Unable to resist, I rub the heat deep into her flesh. As soon as she relaxes, I hold her in place, slap her sopping pussy, and then slide two digits in deep. She moans my name. My chest swells. She so wet—for me. She makes me feel like a hero. Her hero. I bring her juices to her clit and tease and pinch until she’s screaming her release. “That’s one.”
She’s limp on my lap. I rub her back in slow circles until she comes back to her body. I want to give her so many orgasms that she forgets any bad thing that ever happened. “Up on the bed.” She’s wobbly, so I keep my arm around her.
“Yes, Sir.”