And my woman likes spanking. She couldn’t be more perfect for me. I slide my hand over one exposed cheek, soothing the sting.
She wiggles a little bit as I take another step. I’m near the top when I lift my hand once more and my palm comes down hard on her flesh.
She lets out a long, craven whimper.
It goes straight to my balls. And somehow, incomprehensibly, to my heart. Why the hell is a sex moan doing funny things to my chest? No idea, but my heart beats a little faster as I turn the corner.
We arrive at my bedroom a few seconds later, and I set her down on the bed, red dress and black heels and all my fantasies spread out on a gray cover.
I drop the bags next to her as she runs a hand across the linen. “Of course your duvet is gray. It’s so serious.”
“And I will seriously fuck you on it,” I say, then pull down her panties and toss them somewhere. With her half naked, I grab her waist, flip her over, and whisper in her ear, “You want my hand again, sweetheart? You want this perfect ass all nice and red? You want me to make you wet with the way I spank you? Then fuck you till you’re coming all over my gray cover?”
Her breath comes in a harsh pant. “Yes, please.”
“Good answer,” I say.
“But first,” she says, then dips her hand into the bag and grabs the alligator. She tosses it to the doorway. A quick glance tells me Captain’s there patiently waiting, and now he’ll be busy too.
I hike Chloe up to all fours, and fuck, there’s never been a more gorgeous sight than Chloe in her red dress, the material spilling over the bed, her ass on display, and her pretty pussy glistening already.
For me.
And if I know one thing about this woman, it’s that she loves to be teased. She loves to be toyed with. So I take my sweet time rolling up the cuffs of my shirt, folding each one carefully.
She squirms and moans, then pouts. “Sawyer,” she whines.
I lift a brow, advance closer, and raise my hand. Her breath catches. I smack her ass.
She yelps, then drops her head, murmuring, “More.”
I give her another swat. She gasps out another breath. And I spank her till her sweet flesh is red, and she’s gripping the covers and rocking her hips back at me. Then, I dip my face between her thighs, and give her a hot, passionate kiss that makes her scream. I could spend the whole night here, but right now, I need to get inside her. I pull away, loop an arm around her waist, then tug her off the bed. With her back to me, I sweep her hair from the nape of her neck and open the eyelet at the top of her dress.
She shivers.
I slide the zipper down slowly, savoring every second of the material falling open, exposing the creamy skin. It’s a gift to undress her.
When the dress falls to her waist, that feeling returns. The one that works its dark magic in my chest. Sets up camp in my heart. Why the fuck am I feeling so much from…sex?
My head’s a haze though, and no answers come. I’m just filled with the need to get close to her. I kiss the back of her neck, cup her breasts, then let go and spin her around.
She reaches for the top button of my shirt, and we make quick work of my clothes and shoes too. Soon we’re down to nothing. Well, almost nothing, since I say, “Leave the shoes on.”
“Whatever you want,” she says, then sinks down onto my bed, scooting up toward the pillows.
Her red hair is fanned out like a goddess’s, long lithe body inviting, heels on. I climb onto the bed, but she holds up a hand. “One second.”
“Make it fast,” I warn her. “I told you I’m not patient.”
“Oh, but I think you’ll like waiting for this.”
She shifts to her side, reaching into the bag…of dog toys. What the fuck? She fishes around then pulls out…something green.
It takes me a second to connect the dots, but when I do I’m grinning.
“You have my tie,” I say.
“I cleaned it, like I said I would,” she says, then licks her lips salaciously.
