Page 39 of Rockland

I try to close my eyes. I hear his jeans hit the floor. Feel the weight of the mattress shift as he climbs into the bed. The tug of the comforter as he pulls it over him.

I scoot a few inches toward him. Still facing away from him. But now, my back pressed against the pillows that separate us.

A wall that I built between us. To keep myself safe from him.

A wall I no longer want.

One that I don’t have the courage to break down.

I can’t sleep. I wait for the sound of his steady, even breathing.

It doesn’t come.

I feel him shift, flipping over in the bed. Feel his arm reach over the pillows. It finds my back.

The tips of his fingers lightly stroke over my t-shirt from the base of my neck to my waist. It makes tingles dance down my spine. He does it again and my entire body relaxes. My eyes close. A little moan of delight leaves my lips. In this moment, I would give anything in the world for this touch to never end.

He begins again, at the base of my neck, slowly traveling down. He stops at my waist. His fingers gather the material of my tee. He gently tugs it. Pulling it up, just a few inches. Exposing a stretch of skin on my lower back.

His fingertips stroke back and forth over the horizon of my waist. Chill bumps raise on my flesh. My nipples tightening beneath my shirt. I shift my leg, parting my thighs.

His hands going up, up, up beneath my shirt. The bed moves. There’s no longer a pillow between us. I hear it hit the floor and a little smile comes to my face. Another pillow gone and he’s inching over to me. I can feel the heat from his skin as it comes closer.

By my legs, the third king-sized pillow is removed.

The wall is gone.

Now his hard chest is pressed against my back. His belly hot against my skin. His muscled thighs are spooned around me. Cocooning my bottom. His arm wraps around my waist, slipping beneath my shirt. The soft hairs on his arm tickle my skin. He pulls me into him, hard, holding me tightly. There is no space between us.

His face buries into my hair. His breath soft against the back of my neck. He inhales deeply. Kisses the sensitive skin on the nape of my neck.

Whispers, “Goodnight, princess.”

The heat from his body spreads into mine. My eyes close.

But I’ll never be able to sleep.

Then I feel the hardening of his cock in the crack of my ass.

And I know that no one is going to sleep.

He’s sucking on my neck. That sweet spot right before my shoulder that drives me wild. I moan, arching my back against his hard chest. My toes are curling. My nipples tightening. His hand wraps around my side, finding and fondling my heavy breasts. His kiss moves up higher and as his lips flick at my earlobe, he’s pinching my pebbled nipple. I gasp as his hand slides lower, down my trembling belly.

Slips beneath the loose fabric of my PJs.

Between my thighs.

“Baby girl’s so wet from that spanking, isn’t she?”

“I can’t help it,” I breathe. He finds my clit, pressing on my engorged bud. I cry out.

“I know. You love to be put over my knee. Don’t you.”

“Yes.”

“To be spanked until you’re my good girl?”

“Yes.”