"This fucking ass of yours,” I snarled through gritted teeth, her pussy spasming around me at the smack. "Fucking love it."
She whimpered as I feathered a slow thrust. "How are you still hard?"
I spanked her again, and she cried out, pussy spasming again. "I could make you come like this." I smacked her yet again, and now she jerked, wailing, as a mini-orgasm sheared through her. "You love that, don't you?"
"Dunc…" she breathed.
"Don't you?" I demanded, spanking her ass again. "You like being spanked."
"I—oh. Oh god." Smack, smack. Hard enough to make her jerk and gasp, not hard enough to actually hurt. "You love it. Say it, Rune. You love it when I spank this sexy ass."
"YES!" She cried. "Okay? Yes! I love it when you spank me, Duncan."
I was subsiding then, even as I was still so turned I could fuck her all over again, if my dick would have been able to cooperate.
I slid out of her, wincing and hissing as I lost her tight, wet heat. I left her on her belly on the bed, nuzzling her ear. "Don't move."
"I couldn't if I wanted to," she mumbled.
I took care of the condom, cleaned up, and went back to her. Her ass cheeks were bright red from being spanked, so I caressed each generous bubble with my palms, kissed and nuzzled the reddened flesh until she was moaning in delight.
"Dunc," she breathed, eventually. "I can't stay awake anymore."
I pulled the blanket up over her, settled in beside her on my back. "Rune, I…"
She reached out blindly, patting my chest and then my chin before finding my mouth and clapping her palm over it. "Shushy-time."
"I know this doesn't change anything, but I—"
She clapped her hand over my mouth again. "Duncan…we can talk in the morning."
I groaned in frustration—my head was swirling with thoughts, my heart pounding with emotions.
This wasn’t just the best sex of my life.
This was more.
This was everything.
She was my everything.
Fuck.
Fuck, fuck, fuck.
It was true, and I knew it. Now the cat was out of the bag—a horrible saying, honestly—and there was no going back.
Delirious, in love, still wild with need for Rune's incredible body, desperate to have her feel the same way for me, I hovered at the edge of sleep for a long time before finally dropping into slumber.
And when I did, my sleep was filled with dreams of Rune.
I woke slowly, to heat.
To a soft, warm body nestled against mine. I was the little spoon—Rune was curled behind me, naked hips against my ass, breasts against my back, breath hot on my neck, one hand draped low on my hips.
I tried to go back to sleep, but couldn't. I was too aware of Rune.
I did doze a little, and must have actually dropped off again despite myself, because the next time I woke up, I was on my back and Rune was laying on my chest, and she was playing with my cock.
