“’Tis quite all right. You can make it up to me now.” He rolled her to her back.
She leaned up to meet his kiss, and he growled his hunger into her mouth. An idea sparked, and he pulled back, shifting his knees under him to lean over her.
“Let us test your preference about spanking.”
“What?” Her eyes widened in alarm.
He smirked and sat back. “Roll over. On your hands and knees.”
“Evan…”
“Trust me not to hurt you.” He almost addedplease, but it rather belied the point of a spanking to beg to administer it.
Eyeing him warily, she rolled over and rose to her knees.
Smoothing his hand over her bottom, he again admired the creamy skin, so pale in the dim light from one candle and the night sky through the open curtains. Her dark hair cascaded over her upper back, a perfect contrast. His hand looked tanned and broad against her lithe form. Raising it slowly, he watched her bottom tense for impact and waited. He wanted this to be fun, not painful, and tense muscles would make it hurt more.
When she took a breath and relaxed, he aimed for the fleshiest part of her arse, scooping under to angle upward. The resulting smack was sharper than the true impact.
She jolted but did not yell.
His hand barely stung, and he held it aloft, again checking her reaction.
After a moment, she wriggled her bottom once.
Perfect. The small bite of pain has become a burn of pleasure.
Aloud, he warned her, “Ah. The universal sign for more. I shall be happy to oblige.”
His hand swooped down again, directed at her other cheek. The need for her boiled in him. He could not wait any longer for the slide of her skin against his, her now-warm bottom nestled against his groin as he brought them both satisfaction.
Before she could process her reaction to the second spank, he grabbed another sheath and covered his cock, and surged up to slide home.
“Evan.” His name was a hushed gasp from her lips.
They had not yet tried this position, so he probably should have warned her. No, there was no should in sex, other than making sure one’s partner was pleased by every action.
“Yes, Althea?”
“You’re so deep.”
His cock throbbed inside her, and his response was guttural. “Is that a good thing?”
“Lud, yes. Move, please.”
“We haven’t finished the lesson.” He grinned at the back of her head and spanked each of her arse cheeks once more.
He was rewarded with another gasp and wriggle. “Oh my.”
He withdrew slowly, then thrust fast and hard.
Althea lowered onto her elbows and grabbed a pillow. She screamed into it before shoving back against him.
He repeated his slow glide out, quick thrust in, knowing her reaction would be even more extreme given the angle she’d just created with her drop.
A long squeak erupted from the pillow.
Grabbing her hip, he abandoned his spanking lesson. Instead, he gathered most of her hair in a fist, arching her back farther, and drove his hips faster.
